"Will this be ancient?" I said
Mouth full of stars
I don't think
You are having fun
You can divise chess boards
But summers too long
Wait, plastic
Turning ivory
Things are changing
Shoes are moccasins
Belt is made of snakes
Cars are blazed chariots
Medicine is poison
My phone is a tablet
A gun is a stone
People are the enemy
Music becomes primitive
The gods are pagan
Stars are the martyrs
Biology is obsolete
My eyes were blind
This too will be ancient
This too will be ancient
This too will be ancient
This too will be ancient
Your paint has never
Been this raw
You didn't used to mind
I see you turn to rock
Make animated colors
With your mind
Draw the utopia
This too will be ancient
When we get out of this
Things will be right
Attempt to be hopeful
There is a summer
Beyond the trees
As I said , no one goes out there
I didn't know how you love