a request
I want to live through a golden age
I want to hear the birds sing sunrise lullabies
Of the not-so stiff dancing of freshly rumpled suits,
Of moonlit rituals stoking bonfire-lit flesh,
Of godly computer code motivating humanly robots,
Of raucous banquets to celebrate the Crusonia harvest
I worry we won't build a golden age,
The songbirds are pigeons, gluttonous, gray, and growing exponentially,
They sing of growth and denial in placating melodies,
Of some-days and eventuallys and well-actuallys,
Of cryptographic scarcity and proof-of-ownership of pictures of Crusonia trees,
Of concrete and asphalt and trash that feeds the rats and roaches
and homeless who can barely crawl
Even as the birth rates fall and all we have to lose is nigh,
Even as depression's high, we try we try we try to hide,
We hide behind our charts and graphs and measured rise in the count of laughs,
But those are just cheap reacts
to Facebook memes, they don't relax
Our spirit which is bound to die
if we don't believe our children's lives
will live up to what our grandparents had,
despite THEIR graphs looking really bad.
So help me build a golden age,
We can keep our graphs and charts and books,
If only we store them in a little nook,
When the time comes to dance among our friends,
To laugh and sing and kiss again,
Let's gather close and stoke the fire,
Let's dangle dangerously out on the wire,
Let's whisper, just this once, our souls desire,
Let's hoot and holler and scream and shout,
Let's cuddle with strangers on the couch,
Let's trust and love until we doubt,
Just why we thought these things were mutually exclusive...
Please, let's build a golden age,
The songbirds will spin helixed tales,
Of chrome progress and mosaic dreams fulfilled,
Of an end to the twin wars on life and culture,
Of energy and spirit too cheap to meter,
Of the not-so stiff dancing of freshly rumpled suits,
Of moonlit rituals stoking bonfire-lit flesh,
Of godly computer code motivating humanly robots,
Of raucous banquets to celebrate the Crusonia harvest,
Of a future where all can find meaningful work and meaningful play,
Of a proper, difficult, top-down, bottom-up, scientifically verifiable, spiritually enlightened
Golden Age