(Revisited)
Copyright June 3. 1997 
(This poem is taken from a documentary film (of the same name) I watched at University 
and was required to paint my  feelings:)

                   Technology wrestling tradition in lands, time omits
                   Chantings, blanket thinning forests
                   And lingering rhythm of decayed cities
                   Togetherness, like night and day with
                   Powered wings slashing tranquillity
                   And cruelty shadowed by a Panpipe of haunting melodies
                   Eclipse of life, death harmonized like volcanic ashes
                   in a funeral pyre .                  
                   Riches and beauty sought with greed
                   clouded  judgments with insanity
                   Beat the drums of thunder
                   Echoing, the trees give heed
                   Pagan idols of gold laden while children hunger
                   Truth belated All consumed energy
                   As toothless be-hatted men watch apathetically
                   the dawns of doom reaching
                   with invisible taloned fingers across the vast forgotten lands
                   The future Behold. 
TeAnne.......June 3 . 1997.