Looking for treasures they came with heavy trucks to blast holes in the earth amid rock panels and ancient dwellings gutted houses and nameless tombs
So what seemed a lasting impression is now linked forever in memory to a sad and wonderful land where the underground language leaves vibrations you feel when you stand on the red clay dirt in bare feet letting the rhythms of the earth turn to pictures in your mind
The sky is a forever place though natural gas flows now through the pipes and turns to gold in the deep pockets of a new class of people entangled in days of static and noise deep in steel and glass cities
The sky is a forever place carrying the memory there of how the wind rustled stones in the dry creek beds how the ancients turned tales to gold around the fire on calm summer evenings clutching their children to their side looking for treasures
