History An Onion Skin: Unpeeled Is Planet Earth Poem by Terence George Craddock

history
is a surface pool of water
stir the water
muddy the depths...

history
is a surface reflective lake of water
drain an entire lake
walk muddied depths revealed...

history
is an ocean of impenetrable water
surface calm or storm tossed
deepest depths defy human observation...

history
is an onion skin
layer
upon layer of skin...

each skin
but a layer a slice
a peel
stripped from peel peel peel...

each membrane
a selected barrier
digging up the past
destroys dug site layer by layer...

entire epochs
of history entire civilizations
have passed
into nothing less than dust...

without a ripple
without an echo
emotions passions
lives lost generations...

but a few breaths
lived to leave records
words written
preserved words lost...

history is words
history is written words
but truth countless
histories perish evaporate...

never written
never echoing a single lost
word true history
is a slice dice fable of survival...

history is not
a beginning an enduring middle
history is a summary
an analysis defining end...

the last inked full stop
a judgement of humanity...

forgetting history is moments
pulsating lives lived moments of ephemeral dust
that breathed danced desired expired
a butterfly flickering flight before moth burns out in candle light...

history is a soul dance of souls
living breathing ecosystems interwoven lives
humans forget all souls dance life glorious
humans forget planet earth is birth womb for all of us...


Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
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