Just to know they are there,
Earth’s gentle giants:
Gripping the ground with aged
Swollen joints, mahogany
Leathered, hairy, wide
As a circle of sixteen people outspread arms, cloning
Their young, cedary skyscrapers
Journeying back and forth
As we explore from our roots:
Calmly outliving, ignoring
The rise and fall of nations
Quiets the racing pulse
Unwinds the atomic clock.
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