We Have Been Here Before
I think I remember this moorland,
The tower on the tip of the tor:
I feel in the distance another existence;
I think I have been here before.
And I think you were sitting beside me
In a fold in the face of the fell:
For Time at its work’ll go round in a circle,
And what is befalling, befell.
“I have been here before!” I asserted
In a nook on the neck of the Nile.
I once in a crisis was punished by Isis,
And you smiled, I remember your smile.
I had the same sense of persistence
On the site of the seat of the Sioux;
I heard in the tepee the sound of a sleepy
Pleistocene grunt. It was you.
The past made a promise, before it
Began to begone.
This limited gamut brings you again … damn it,
How long has this got to go on?
Morris Bishop
ahorse 