Listen my children and you shall hear
The sound of your own steps
The sound of your hereafter
Memory awaits and turns to greet you
Draping its banner across your wrists
Wake up arms
Delicate feet
For as one to march the streets

Each alone, each part of another
Your steps shall ring
Shall raise the cloud
And they that will hear will hear
Will hear voice of the one
And the one and the one
As it has never been uttered before

For something greater yet to come
Then the hour of the prophets
And their great cities

For the people of Ninevah
Fell to their knees
Heeding the cry of Jonah
United
Covering themselves in sackcloth and ashes
And called to their god

And all their hearts were as one heart
And all their voices were as one voice

God heard them and his mind was moved

Yet something greater will come to pass
And who will call?
And what will they call?
Will they call to God?
The air?
The fowl?

It will not matter, if the call is true
They shall call and this is known
One voice and each another
Shall enter the dead, the living flower,
Enter forms that we know not
To be felt by sea,
By air,
By earth
And shall be an elemental pledge

This is our birthright
This is our charge
And we have given over to others
And they have
not
done
well

And the forests mourn
The leaves fall

Swaddling babes watch and wonder
As the fathers of our spirit nations
Dance in the street in celebration
As the mountains turn pale from
Their nuclear hand
And they have
not
done
well

Now my children-acap