Trigger Warning
I think I hear it this creature with green eyes
Stepping on the threshold
I think I hear it laugh.
Oh it crosses
From pioneer sea
To the out of door
Travels vulnerable but certain
Volatile passes through the forest
Eventually into the visible city.
History begins
You have your hands
Friendly and kind.
Silent is the madness concealing you
Yet you still have the strength
To tell it
I need you.
Great poem.