Tall grass and ancient forests Hide their origins and endings. Rulers of the Earth, Suddenly swallowed. Dust to dust.

Transformed in deep graves By a universe that wastes nothing, They rose again, Born to be eaten By their replacements.

New creatures that breathe fire, Burn the air. They birth civilizations That make the ground temble, The stars blink.

They grow to the sky, Eating the tall grass, The oceans and the forests. As they search for food, They release the ghosts.

Ghosts who know the cycles, Unencumbered by time. And the universe That wastes nothing. They have seen it before.