#24:

St. Louis in a False Hope

Nature's the vacuum
unused in the closet.
Safety's its door
and we've chosen to close it.
Earth is but a dusty house,
and ours is the dust to compose it.

We pollinate
in our dusty state
and argue of who should control it.

We overeat
and undersleep
and busy ourselves to destroy it.

We shed our skin
aspire to win
and allow for the house to be broken.

We might as well bulldoze it.
As
Earth is but a vacant house,
and we, as ex-tenants, foreclosed it.