Destiny reads like manifestos
No forecast of a gentle spring
Your electric car runs out of gas
As the big odometer rolls itself back

Selling another used future
Making it a crime to look under the hood
Utopias rust in your yards
While you ticket us for your littering

Read from "The Population Bomb"
After you suck the meat from the claws
Of a twenty year dead lobster
Which dead ocean did they fish it out of?

© 1999 Bruce V. Bracken