As I claw the dirt from my mouth

Creativity lays neglected, a fossil of what once was,

buried, forgotten and lame.

A caress... warm sunlight plies my resurrection,

Uncovered, exposed by the winds of change.

Migrations, transformations, pandemics by design,

Pandemics of Greed, of wealth stolen, health stolen

Sounds of war, cries of vengeance, lies chanted

but 

Truth a mere whisper, muffled and muzzled.

I lay gasping, hands frantically grasping, at layer upon layer of dirt

Dust fills the void that is my mouth, fingers probe deep

Mining for gold in the recesses of my throat, argent sighs

echoing through pulmonary tunnels...

A voice

Mythological, Metaphorical and Metaphysical

like finding an ancient recording in a cave.

haunting incantations rising up, rising hairs, 

calling forth the dead with grit spit teeth

split in two by my waking tongue...I am once more.