Water from the sky,
Fortuitous for us soggy chunks of carbon
We dance until we’re thirsty
then We drink and give thanks
And the lightning
Evidence of the lost technology of the gods
flashes and cracks its threats
As if to say
“Although our time has passed
We are still in charge.”
This is so good! “Fortuitous for us soggy chunks of carbon
We dance until we’re thirsty” !! Perfection.