My Dearest Future Humans,
I think of you now
as I watch a copy
of my apartment building
rising where there once
was nothing, a dirt lot
that must once have been
something else, the ground
just doesn’t grow bald
and flat and level.
I think of you, Future Ones,
Pre-Ghosts, in a town hall meeting:
slow ceiling fans, a podium,
a roomful of distressed parents
not even a twinkle in your
parents’ parents’ eyes yet.
What are we going to do about
that old Liberty Lane complex,
you are asking, about our just now
being-built building. It’s time to rip
that hazard down, been abandoned
now for so many years.
I’m trusting you.
Pre-ghosts, ha! Very good. Even the brief visit to the town hall meeting was enough to fill my brain with a full scene, how awesome.
ReplyDeleteA surprisingly real feeling for a speculative piece. This seems like a good thing for us all to wonder about in our own lives--perspective and all--yet I wonder how often we do.
ReplyDeleteYou are very caring I think. I sometimes am only happy that I am not the future human...I dislike immensely the complexes that rise around me...one by one, a beautiful house torn and in its place a cannery of humans...ugh! Were down on our street? : ) Happy Wednesday Hannah!
ReplyDeleteSort of a wry version of "Postcard from a Volcano"
ReplyDeleteOhh, I have had that thought, too.
ReplyDeleteOh, Oyzimandius!
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