Phineus T. Bluster
the lineage begins
of course
with cave drawings
flickering shadows
hunts past
hunts to come
survival
depending upon the story
no mere nursery tales
of ghouls
and witches
but life, the essence,
caught up in the tale
lumbering lummoxmammoth
trapped in a pit
speared through the heart
today we listen
to the babblemouths
blending perfect r's and a's
and we are driven into fear
one lone story teller
walking through the forest
gathering wood
building fires
of the spirit
fires
of survival.