The Movies

The future’s always bleak,
The movies tell us so,

Torrential rain and chrome,
A snapped and shattered wish bone,

The helicopter drones
And the groans of civilians.

The greed of man fizzing
Across an electric-wired horizon,

The horns that usher violence

And the cascading shadows
Of eternal damnation
And dusk.

Where people
Once strode
There is nothing
But husks,

The seeds
Have been taken,

Ruined by guess work,

All hope forsaken.


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