Friday 10 August 2018

Summer in the city

One degree, two degree, refugee, four;
Here are the honeybees stacked on the floor.

Chittagong, Jakarta, Hamburg, New Orleans;
Progress is a million men in metal and glass machines.

Here is the smiling billionaire floating off to Mars;
Here are the endless satellites we thought were shooting stars.

Here is the mountain shifting, here the acidic sea;
Here is the way we have been told it was always meant to be.

Here is our intelligence and here the final bird;
Here is every former thing and each redundant word.

There is a hand that guides us and all is for the best;
So kiss the fist that loves you and put the kids to bed.

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