To the Racetrack

Neanderthals live seeking victory
parting the branches, rolling the foes
in the crimson tide
of Thor, for Congo, with the drum

  Outsourcing jobs to slaves abroad
Pharaoh has a dream of cheap labor surpluses too
being yet a mirage of the future
when garden sarcophagus lay beneath stone piles

  Green and orange dreams-
orbs traverse the heaven
fires in the sky out of the darkness
in quest of colors flying round

  Seeing and believing past here today
tomorrow’s beyond the horizon’s unknown
warrior and monsters built R.N.A. wrenches
inventors improving wheels to hold curves

  Tighter from the village
closer to the ledge
where carbon monoxide has confused bee’s edge
the race track waits in the valley below.