THE RHYTHM OF THE RESTLESS
It is impossible as head-nodders to learn the meaning of our gossip.
But gossip we do, nod we do, smile and frown and clap we do; like starlings at early dawn, we flap, we rustle, we cling together and rise from the grasses and fly together, this way and that, seeking the leader whose randomness fails us.
At sundown the murmeration ceases and together we rustle, we rhyme with the rhythm of the restless till darkness overcomes.
Tomorrow we will rise again and like starlings everywhere we will rise as one and heads will nod and the bloated carcasses of our forgotten comrades will add nourishment to the earth and one or two will say do you remember whatsisname.
Oh yes comes the answer, he was always coming up with strange, new ideas. And we head-nodders bestow our final, limited approval in measured doses and our world continues at break-neck speed.