Lessons From Lungs and Pens
A poem.
Unknown where things go from here But the better comes later After the white saviors die After greed, after pride No longer, not yet The hard dawn comes As retreating forests and glaciers As burning founding documents As failing technological cheats No longer, not yet The Sumerians should have been the end of it, But our virulent hubris was just beginning to stretch its legs Dominion and Occupation still had seas and continents to roam To every corner they would make their home No longer, not yet Loss has only just begun its sad solo Bards and odes Poets and laments It’s always how the lessons are told
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