In the warmth of the concrete cracks
A note was left for a distant generation
Written in the baking crust
But the letters were scrambling ants
Beneath the eyes of our rubber souls
A wave surging, roaring for order
Offhandedly crushed by the crumbling cliff
We kick errant pebbles off the path as we leave
To twink into the shadowy gaps
And blot all words from beneath the heavy sun