Road to where? Here again?

Epi-pen? Epi-leming? Epi-leptin? 
Epi-fanny?
What road was that?
Road to what dam?
Dam what? Hamsters, impossible.

Road to dam, ask us?
Where?
Dangerous out there
Better turn back

To where? What?
Rome got Covid and what not.
Road, I'm all about road
But our roads are rivers
Our species has always lived there
By the riverside
Down by the riverside.

I am born with two legs
Skirted by the coracle

Round bowl of travel
Round this table served
Promethean inheritance
Baltic, herringbone omens.

Cognate of Brigid, Agni
When the camel whispered to the horse
And they sped the dream of fire
Drew the wolf pack

The Dneiper, black soil of the Ukraine
Yamnaya, my feet share the word for Birch
For Bear and Fox,
The Oxus, The Aral, Indus
Ganges, The Caspian, oars
Upon shoulders Rus
Herringbone fortunes, to Halifax.
Rochdale, the Calder valley where

The trees are but sixty years old
My feet revolve
Faster than the bullet
Train.
In stillness there is movement
In movement, stillness.
The sunlight, hot. Shadows through the fig leaves
This quiet
So frighteningly precious
Broken by whirring petrol
Motors and not 

As it should be properly
By song
By song, down by the riverside
Where we all come from

And belong
Dancing on Elephants
Dancing on Elephants unknown.