Surges
tear foundations asunder

Once aswirl with bees
stroked by the sun
the winnowing breeze
loved by the rill
lulled by the trees

But surges
would tear the foundations asunder
unstoppable force of wonder
that rooted up
sang the song of sear and singe
to soothe the woes of a prosaic tomorrow

Fain or froward
bygone
long gone
gone is bygone
long gone is bygone
long long gone:

We decanted the ichor for you
to relish
we bestowed memories upon you
to savor
we are the muzzles that spew and spurt
remember us
flustered hagridden ancients through dirt and hurt