Why does mind circle around?
Circling up the hill, tracing its own steps.
It’s foolish and innocent. What a pity!
It hurts to watch the sand blow away
and carry with it, the only footsteps.
The ravenous vultures strike,
some back and forth, marching to a hunt.
The thoughts a victim, poor victim
of the ceaseless death.
Do you have a soul?
Do you watch it - being eaten away?
Do you cry?
Don’t sit like a dead one, be a savior.