A poem by: Ben Dunk. 1977




Tell me of time gone by;

of unexcelled oracles,

perpetrated upon the planet.

Pioneers of space travel,

visiting and roaming.

Making their homing,

this paradise of earth.

Forgotten in time,

previously prospered.




I say;

drop down,

into the culmination

of infancy.

Into the very soul

of spiritual.

There lies the soil,

of explanation,

of interpretation.

Into the unknown

-fissure of understanding.