The Future
Nobody wants the future
to be mechanical
metal-filled junkyard
parts when the forest
is still scribbling
new histories and the rain
tastes like God.
The Future
God swallowed all
the storks. What
more do you expect
us to do?
Nobody wants the future
to be mechanical
metal-filled junkyard
parts when the forest
is still scribbling
new histories and the rain
tastes like God.
God swallowed all
the storks. What
more do you expect
us to do?