Invaders cannot love
this conquered land
where no tribe may wander
nor forest stand
before the termite plague
whose squalid treasons
cloud our magick wonder
that Nature's time is vague,
her cosmic eons
of lunar months
in solar seasons
give no age a name
for long suffering donors
could still reclaim
their native owners,
ocean river mountain
meadow lake and plain,
where each neutral border
in death and rebirth
returns to mother earth
her natural order.

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