Hic Sunt Draconi*

'Oh Donna Nobis Pacem'
We cry to the vaulted sky;
But we were not made for peace,
We humans of heart and eye.

We pull down life with both hands;
We swallow the fistfulls whole;
We tear and rend the fabric
That forms the eternal soul.

We mould the world to our whim-
The silence sounds with our roar-
The scars we leave will remain
Long past when we are no more.

Wild leaves, wild seed, we scatter-
Earth-mother watches us go:
We toddle out in diapers
From a world we barely know.


--Megan Morris, meikundayo@yahoo.com

*Latin for "Here be dragons," a phrase originally used on maps to 
indicate an area beyond known boundaries (aka "The edge of the world").

**'Donna Nobis Pacem': Latin for "Give Us Peace," the title and three words 
of a very beautiful, old song.