by Constance Hull
This year I perceive a sad, mournful thread
Old-timers proclaim: “Burning Man’s dead!”
Too many people, too many cars
Too many rules and too many scars.
The notion of “radical self-expression”
Has suffered corrosion by massive suppression
Once hailed an escape from the world we’d depart
Seems burdened by mischief and vandals of art.
How can our Burning Man stay alive?
“Leave No Trace” and “Gifting” still thrive?
We must dig deep within our souls
Recall those passionate, creative goals!
That which we seek when wide-eyed we came
As virgins entranced towards this huge burning flame
Still flickers with hope! Our embers ignite
Rekindled by joy each year we unite.