Aether On
We suffocate;
we drown.
Inspired equally by belonging
as a piece of this continent and
my ancient radio,
I ask:
How will the earth
treat future generations?
In my youth we looked to the air
for sustenance and guidance; it
told of iron and bamboo curtains
and planted fear
and cultivated triumphalism.
At some point the waters
consumed our souls and
what drives and succors
our narcissism today streams
nonstop for our enjoyment
and edification.
Simply enjoyment
But how will my
children's children's
child endure?
Will humanity's scion
bury or burn?