High Noon Poem by Seaman Nemo

The sun hanging from the gallows
At high noon sky
Old times are gone
But one can still hear and see
The big bang reverberating
Smoke signals billowing
The Pillars of Creation
Trails of past and present

From where flows the river of life
From where it gathers its juice
If not from the slopes of the great heart
The sun hanging from the gallows
At high noon sky
Is finally being laid down
To the canyon of quietude