MILLENNIUM NOSTALGIA: CIRCA 2122

 

once there was a time unmediated

where black mirrors were an accident

but the digital decay has heaped up all around

covered by domes or just proximity

with no difference between skin and an interface

that world of rawness, rocks and twigs

unreachable now as clean water

 

once there was a time when music was made,

art, literature, goods, all by human beings

with hearts and hopes and wickedness

but those were hands who made their own worlds

now our hands receive without any part in making

our minds call forth what we wish and we

having never heard of a monkey’s paw,

(or even a real monkey) receive with insatiable delight

 

all our desires fulfilled- fruit that never goes bad

girls who never grow old. perverse plastic perfection

and outside the bubble, the consumed, the rot

which we haven’t found a way to repurpose yet but

just give us another 20 years of glamor and greed

and surely by then we’ll have gotten around

to grinding away any proof that Earth Herself

was ever more than another ancient legend.