Letdown
FIVE.
Come. Come. Land. Land. I implore you! Everyone’s skin is so peach, or brown, or black. Where is the green? Come, please, strange beings, and change everything!
FOUR.
Society makes me sore. Would you shake it up? Shuffle it like cards? Become the long needed bards? Restore our eroded yards, inflate our shrunken hearts?
THREE.
I hear a scream. Is this a dream? A strange spacecraft enters the scene, descending from the sky… The end of the Holocene!
TWO.
Open the door, oh, wonders in store! Feed the poor, stabilize the shore, oh, sadness no more!
ONE.
It’s the sun too bright to see too hot to live all is done but oh, so much sweat, at least it was fun, not in that it was happy or easy but in that it’s better that it all was than wasn’t, I think, but, I wonder, what was the point, what meaning does the universe anoint? With the fall, the clarity of purpose halts, or maybe there was no purpose at all.
DONE.
