Old Poem
 

Hi TFP folk,

I was lucky enough to find a few old posts of poems I wrote that I do not have hard-copies of anymore. Thank you for reading.

Here's a poem I wrote that I wrote in 2004 (vaguely.) It eventually got published and won me a little money from a contest:

"In The beginning, there was noise"

I once saw my ancestors
In a dream
They were the mad people
Who danced till the bonfires died
And the world was ash

They were drummers who beat rhythm on animal skins
And their own children
And played
And played
Until the gray earth grew soft and red

And they became workers in the mill
Hammering on the manmade
Things which couldn't grow but still increased
And black-lunged miners who swung the beat
into mountain sides
And swung
And swung
Till the land was hollow