old verse (re) found

country poets
scurrying for hurrians
harrapa & their pot frags
for millennia
to build a ladder to the sky
in the heart

above the flames
& the Mass where he is
screened goggled & hunted

we hope to a time of peace
yet model those at war
& tire of the peace between
minoans ma'dan ciccians

narrappans joy in
peace for a 1000 suns
before invasion by the peaceseekers

then to greece
a place of islands
where their mother
the nearest biggest was
left forgotten until nine ten hundred