Let a drop of life take me to the surface of death
for earth is the kingdom unto which eternities come to die
Out here the intangible forces dance and dance
and laugh at our weak and desolate cities
while the unknowing clap and the all-knowing sleep.
Let the dead pollute our streets
Let the living mourn and grieve
but spare me your lessons about a reformed humanity
Out here the invisible enemies do exist:
We are the enemies waging war to ourselves
Our cities aslumber, our roads abandoned
Modernity has caught up and we have given up
The nonliving within is indeed our greatest foe
for the symbiont loves us so.
Where do we begin the end of the road?
When do we stop setting out to know?
No answers here to hand out to you
Only the germs of lonely springs to spew.