Atom Heart Mother / Wise Mooing Ear

To Sam Davis

Atom Heart Mother / Wise Mooing Ear

She flashes through my mind––

Like a super 8 home video

Filmed by a Grey Shaman,

A friend who bipedels across

Ages of grassland and rock.

She grazes plump grasses on the plain

From one lifetime to the next––

Last butchered by the hands of hunters,

Now inspiring the Grey Shaman to blow

Electric melodies from the pentatonic scale

Out a birch-white ocarina.

Atom Heart Mother / Wise Mooing Ear

He plays day and night in Her company––

Prehistoric grooves in the sky blue mornings

Played to his countless unborn offspring,

Primal blues in the empty violet evenings

Played to the trickling diamond spring.

She grazes plump grasses on the plain

While the Grey Shaman is off doing his thing––

Teacher of amethysts buried for eons,

Teacher of gemstones melting into magma,

Teacher of fire informed by Poseidan

Teacher of imagination fierce.

The White Wizard concealed by a cloak,

He roams the souls of the 7 Mystic Modes:

Aeolian Elves, shooting arrows in the hearts

Of estranged kin, sobbing in the moonlight––

Dorian Dwarves, who buried their mothers

In obsidian tunnels, who mine for generations in vain––

Phrygian Orcs, fallen Elves who betrayed the tides of the sea

For the security of dungeons dark and deep––

The Locrian Balrog, inevitable antithesis to the peace of

Being, who wields a molten sword in stiff black claws––

Ionian, the Order of Wizards an eternal half step away,

They raise their rainbow staffs in awe of cosmic waves––

Mixolydian Men, destined to be estranged from divinity, 

But blessed with journeys that reveal unexpected keys––

Lydian Wraiths, once wise Kings who sold their vast countries

For immortal stasis, forever bound by the Tri Tonal Ring––

He roams the souls of the 7 Mystic Modes,

The White Wizard concealed by a cloak.

Atomic Heart Mother / Wise Mooing Ear

The Grey Shaman sits still and absorbs Her sound––

Guides it down to a vibrant earthbound temple,

Invites students to work towards and play to Her grace––

Like the Magus Sam Davis

In his Underground Broadway Place.

––June 19, 2020