Future Looks Like Fossils

I keep crushing heartbeats

With errant steps

Bone splinters

And blood in shoe

Lust for nature

Making pregnant organic dirt

Make whores become harvest

And waste turns taboo

Because no one lives anymore

Just plastic and careful

Epoxy-humanity

A blend of intention and blood

Becomes stone

Our faces smeared on the mountain

Our elders raging against shame

A village waiting to become ghosts

A world summoning the dead