In a Minor Key on Piestewa Freeway

Death: victory -
The meantime game of work we play
But rules we made to bend
Pretending we could gain
Advantage -
Fun
Because it's make believe,
But even the made up
Can cause pain
When there is no
Arbitration -

We laugh into a cave
That never smiles -
A hollow echo
Answers
In terms we learn
To breathe around -
Discernment
Is the knowing
It is us
We see
In every dropping tree,
In each small kingdom of grass -

The world is old, decrepit,
While we are fresh
Dew upon the barren
Fruit,
The partner of the sun.