frank moore colby

Unclaimed Earth

The hearth of lords pressed

Unto a single loaf of bread

It begat the comfort of the countryside

I opened myself to wildflowers

There, eternium found me


Can we cover ourselves in threads

Lovelier than our own?

Born from the earth, heaven to the universes

Let them wash me away


And even when the dead cease prancing

Or waters flow pure no more

That we may stand

On grounds that still sing

The hearts of unclaimed earth


“Every man ought to be inquisitive through every hour of his great adventure down to the day when he shall no longer cast a shadow in the sun.” - Frank Moore Colby