today we make synthetic leaves   become gods
make life out of notlife and it works

–you think we can change the world

coat cities in chlorophyll like paint?–

I tell you I’m happy with what we’ve made
twist together flowers for you but you want the moon

to be green   climb into a rocket made of thorns and stems
propel yourself on mown grass but lose speed

your rocket can’t fuel itself as much as you
would have liked   you change course for the sun

and you have everything you need
but will get nothing you want