The Sacrificial Mound

Then Rising in the sacrificial mound That rises forgotten From your soily tombs Or hard rock dispersion Of the Soul To fly Into other things and Places And varying times You go again Go silent On the perch in Your deep eyes Nor does the secret fire Of emotions lack No, no, emotions Various, even in the Chirp of you. Syllables that language Constitute And Speech that on our Earth Of our human civilization was genesis. You with other birds communicate. You with other birds multiply. You with other birds scour The Earth and Sea below in a Society. You have society, but you need Not laws In your sage greatness: You teach, not preach In you deep morose silence. You That with levels of the silent Sphinx in your deep eyes Tell without speech Tell without sound Your noble lineage Not in wars conquests or victories Nor in the trammels of wealth No, no But in the greatness that your smallness Yields There be the Desire That lights up Knowledge and Fire That once obtained (albeit in little amount) You grow not proud, Nor your character change But remain humble In your great fiefdom. For you You think, you think and then you do. That, Bird, be a Golden Rule. Teaches without speech Teaches withoutpreach.