Watch of God

Paved roads and planted trees
Carved stones and boxed flowers
Pathetic miniatures of our sun,
once a god, now a cold steel mockery,
line the way to our destiniation

Our massive crawling sprawling race
bustling together to be on time
On time, in place, ready to go
As if we knew of tomorrow
As if the morning star would lead the way

We build our plastic castles
and breed our fiberglass mares
We trample the unconcious earth
deaf to our mother's screams
the hum of our new sun has drown her out

However, inside the painted portrait
of we, the civilized gods in suit
lies a sleepy, if not dormant beast
Dreaming to ride the rythms of the tides
and to sleep by the watch of god.