Part (2) Did famine, pestilence or war overtake their former awe of Gods they once swore to adore? Aloof from the tourist's idle chatter From the insidious persistant camera's clatter, They silently unto themselves gather. Waiting for the wheel to turn, For mankind's focus to return To truths so very long unlearned. So, as they stand aloof, maybe It is our mutual destiny, To stand together in perfect harmony One day, the stones and we. (thewysewoman Summer Solstice 2009)
