Why are we the human race

rather than another extinguishing species?

Why not the human species

and not the cockroach race?

Why is human nature

intended as somehow super natural

not within but above beyond just nature?

 

Why is race,

inhuman context,

a qualitative noun,

stultifying stasis,

rather than a speeding verb

toward shared finish line

when everyone can win?

 

Why is nature’s race

not yet declared as one

Native Earth Tribe,

bicamerally endowed

to celebrate Earth’s ordination

of regenetic liturgy,

racing flowing veins

full-blooded diverse homes

of natural construction?

 

What happened to issue

as primal verb

when babies issued from progenitors

and words issued from mouths

and blood issued from wounds

and race issued from yeasty

storytellers weaving diverse themes

remembering from whom we issued

back before human memory

in diastatic dreamy nest of colors

texture

structure

rhythm and dancing

permacultured racing opera.

 

Race issues forth to teach

and recesses back to learn

to teach Nature’s humane race

radical place

rooted pace

secured by leaving none behind

and everyone ordained

to race redeeming issues

through singing flows of dancing waves

linked through all spacetime.