Cement and tar end
Where the waters of Gerritsen
Would defend
A unique citizen

A transition
Between here and not
N’ere a division
Rather an eternal plot

Where life never ends
Despite its human stop
Why this man spends
Time replanting life’s crop

So the tide 
Joined by Frank
Took the ride
To heaven’s eternal bank

Neanderthals
Once wild
Pre-posting Runic scrawls
Retro-Styled

Proto-Viking
Looking for land
Thinking about biking
On shore’s sand

They were progressive
Even slept in caves
Though dismissive
Of Homo Sapiens’ Sapient raves

They never disappeared
Just blended
A memory feared
Reality amended

Why genuflect 
To the digital
Disrespect 
The original

So robotic
To forget
The biotic
Never regret

Lacking chips
Just wagging of
Artificial lips
Digital love

Genes might rot
Or in life be fooled
They never forgot
Love ruled

Like eyes
Starting to 
Look back
The two o’s
Make circular
The track
Which never
Took off down
The street
But always
Followed 
The road
Forsaken

But once
Allowed to
Peer out
The envisioned
Was elevated
By forward vision
For glass
Never reciprocates
The same light
At any point
In time
The pane
Makes us different
In a singular way

What’s easier
Write verse
Or converse
With the Creator

Playing with time
All alone
Defining atone
Facing the sublime

Or praying
Hoping the answer
Won't trip a dancer
Who’s prancing

To a cadence
Only the senseless
Would bless
A stepless dance

A gustatory eunuch
Roaming aisles
Once never hungered
Reading RDAs
Not a coward
Dreams of culinary styles
With skinny pluck

Yet where’s the truck
Bearing piles
Calories plundered
The USDA says
Shipping undelivered
Spewing lies
While chickens coldly cluck

So our schmuck
Regales
With dreams plundered
In caloric ways
Of menus sundered
Into tales
Of dietary luck

I'll know 
I shall die
When facing 
East
With a tilt 
North

Looking 
West
Displayed
Demise
Too
Often

But east 
Is a zone
Where
The sun rises
There
Future lives

No surprise
A bridge
Ending 
At the
Death of
A beginning

Humans are cannibals
For eating pigs
They hog the smell
In which both dwell
Yet dance like prigs
King of all animals

Then actually hog
All the attention
Even after they bore
Each boar
With their retention
Of dietary dialog

The sun is down
Almost in a sloppy 
North west
Glamor over ground

Now a stele
No rather
A picture
Yes a statue

Usually
An animated
Animal
But now a spirit

Face frozen
But fur split
In creases
Stoic, poetic

Then paces
Better than 
A dancer
With peaceful claws

How does
A kudzu
In oaks’ shadows
Espew

Its early spring
Charm
Oaks yet to fling
Acorn alarm

To wiley
Squirrels
Secretly
Making referrals

To the sun
Be enlightened
Not as much fun
As being kudosed