they will go to outer space
they will not look down
they will not squint once
at the once blue marble
they have come to see

they will do as we primates do
at the blissful rot of fruit
they will dance and drink
while beneath the clouds
the fires rage on

"space hotel"

how do you explain to a 16yo today that three of the modern era's greatest villains used to just be that rich guy from the home alone movies, that bald guy from fear factor, and a tech weirdo who wanted to colonize mars? it's a generational chasm. I am cursed to remember the nascent millennium.

dark current swimming
through sea of redcaps
sharpening wicked sickles
moonwet with promise
a dreadful tomorrow
night of curved blades
long knives
caesarian vivisection
of the dream we share
a kinder world
we knew then
what we know now
ivy choking our throats
toadstools gathering
in the bloody soil