the new future done arrived
fiction
edward w pritchard
New future done arrived,
nobody heard the door bell ring.
Everybody forgetting to grow vegetables,
store of value gone empty.
Here when we live electricity doesn't work anymore,
houses shaken off foundation,
Everybody's neighbors be missing,
winds increasing steadily,
fires of Hell spread across old neighborhood;
who can hear for the silence,
Romans knocking down last cross,
tearing apart heavy boards,
soldiers stacking rough hewed wood for posterity,
someone used boards at future time,
to construct a rocking chair for Nietzsche,
to spend his final ten years staring into the past.
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