The rushing machine spells trouble.

But the cause to celebrate is a Pink Elephant

Spilling its ware upon the road never seen before

Such went the way of the world in search of greener pastures 

But that pink becomes the red and in the distance seen it’s 🩸 blood

Between the Heavens of then and now the silence tramples upon the fallen ware

The depth of distance not measured the sun does shine upon the earth its wares and will

Reaching their watery fountains and river ways the pillage so great their wares fallen left

But laid in state for the few bygones remaining now the new becoming of what becomes

The bridge to the water running with red in the unbecoming unrelenting thought reasoning 

Led by the clamoring of drums sins against God mankind echoing in the winds of this war

The long red line to the roads end still in blight of the bodies fallen in sight of yours mine

That brings God to the road and reason reiterating peace through its all Blessing Honoring

The peace against the will of many and dreams of life not seen now a long judgement in wait

Life judged by smashed roads the loss of way more specific a judgement still in the distance

The fallen leaves in yesterdays fall of all seasons the changing of the years seasons continues

To the river and painted murals how well it goes.

(C)

Daniel A McMahon