A Poem by James Robert Smith
Go to the window and look outside.
If there are trees, there will be a day when they’ll
All
Be cut the fuck
Down.
If you look out and see
Buildings, or other
Houses, or other
Offices, then there will come a
Day
When they will all be knocked the fuck
Over.
Nothing in Man’s way will
Stand
For long.
We destroy everything
We have built.
We eat everything placed
Before us.
There is nothing too quaint to be preserved.
There is nothing too beautiful to be saved.
There is nothing too rare to be spared.
We knock down mountains.
We carve up rivers.
We shove whole forests into our guts.
We shit on the land
And piss in the oceans
And fart into the skies.
Look out the window.
Blink.
Everything you saw is gone.
2 comments:
One day
There will be no
farms, because
there will be no more room
On the menu
free-range cockroaches
and maggots
grown on fields of dead bodies
and shit
No
Wait
Probably not
Everything will be dead
anyway
long before the roaches
and the maggots thing
Probably soon
Hi Bob!
Good morning!
Just stopped by
to see what's happening
Always happy to cheer a fellow!
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