Back then the world had just become round,
the map curling and folding,
from a rectangle into a globe.
The people came from
the eastern ocean and thrust
their flags into the ground.
They fought among themselves
and traded and schemed
but lost the basic principles
espoused by their beloved Locke
while attempting to make
his dreams come true.
Wiser eyes watched and even trusted,
but the voyagers had serpent tongues
and burned, and burned, and burned.
People think that the world changes as it
turns clumsily on its axis
and the centuries tumble downhill.
But these people are the same and
the bridges that they built then
and the fires they started
with sparking flint and matches
but for some reason
they always still say
Where did these fires come from?
Why is there ash in this world?