Time passes, and time leaves ghosts,
ghosts came when the asteroids cooled in
early seas.
Ghosts swirled the soup with ladles of
molten ice,
shifting carbon and hydrogen, oxygen and
nitrogen
until single-celled life emerged and
matured,
worms and bony fish and plated
amphibians.
There are sea-ghosts of squids and lung
fish.
Chambered nautiluses drift like
spectres.
Forests remember change, distant
shaking,
the tread of narrow-eyed, knob scaled
kangaroos
and scurrying, egg-stealing mammals,
the meek would one day rule the world –
world rulers can be meek no more.
The skies remembered the asteroids.
The dinosaurs sprouted feathers
and remembered the skies.
copyright (c) 1997 and 2011 Daniel J. Bishop
This poem was first published in the Sangreal Limited Edition Chapbook
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