Grains Of The Measured Stream Poem by ENO SUTRAMAN

Ave Ovum, lied, lie, sans souci,
I saw the passing of my sandy grains of the measured stream
As streams to sea...
They simply fall-you are envisaged in them,
They tick as I talk in matter and truth as well,
They feed the desert with the tithe of no end,
The Quickening of them is not in your or mine or their hands,
The relief of this Orb's constant troubles is this final heap of sand?
Who will turn them up productive and oviferous?
Adam's bone -Eve in labors -your deeds ferocious in her pains-
Man's remembrance-Sex, Violence and War,
Your nature's repetition at her baby's Welcome to this world war woe
Third Millennium of prayer intermittent with reversal of them all
With grand religious and mundane tax per capita and slaughter
Psalms and proscription lists are read backwards- to the Man with club and simple
-What's then term for cannibalistic coexistence -caveman's Ethics?
Can't use my prognostic layman's casual and yoga mind-
You will? And You?


note-oviferous producing ova- femail reproductive cells
os-bone AVE-Latin-rejoice Ovum-the female reproductive cell