2020:
————

Thanks to
COVID-19

I can feel

Every
Space
Between

You and I.

—

Fill in
All my
Pockets

With your
Empty
Promises.

Aren’t we
All inflamed
Here, Burning.

—

2025:

I am The
Imperfect
Academic
Vertebrate.

A bird of
Culture &
war song.

Touch
my Chirps
and breed
With me.

Coop up
With my
Flock of
Feathered
Intellectuals.

—

I Lay in
My nest

The Living
Leftist
Dinosaur.

—

Profit
Dug up
All the
Bones

Of my
Dead
Lovers.

I didn’t
Diversify
Dramatically
For this.

—

2030:

Here
We are

Laid
Down
Dead

for elite
Consumption.

Too late
To live
A life

Rich in
More
Than

——Raw
Materials.

—

Our ancestors
Processed in
Domestication.

We, the
Worker Bees,

unprovoked

By Songs
Of our own
Survival.

—

We, so sure
We could
Subside on
Entertainment

At the Low
Cost Of
Ecoterror.

—

We Could
Have
stopped
This……………

What
Happens
When our
Sky—————
——priced out
——collapses
& Falls Down?