Inheriting the World
Their space launch beams with epic things to say
The hiss bursts from the microphones and cabled through
Like a waterfall except not wild and too perfectly on cue.
From the gridlocks of houses, I have walked away,
And sweep across the taciturn terrain, this war zone,
Is leafy luxuria, where people sit as stone.
Even breath doesn’t come: today is a special day,
They celebrate with flags and drawn drapes
So that the glare doesn’t gleam on the moving shapes.
I see all the wonder be lost, cast away,
The forest of galaxies, the milky way that foam
Spirals over the flowing river loam.
The riverside crumbles in its ancient clay
And reveals aliens in fossils, the wildest dream,
And the decks are silent as boats flow downstream.
‘Let’s put our own house in order’, is what I would say
But the house is just where it starts, glued to an era’s birth,
Mouths open, loving possibilities and forgetting our Earth.
