Sometimes this weird light gives up the ghost of forebears -Promethean spoor-
The great whales gave us lantern fuel harpooned at sea to trim our wicks for;
Blackstone mines cough up scattered dwindling anthracite: warmer, brighter, more;
Markets crave new holes, currencies beg, borrow, steal, finance nets new stores;
Purchasing power elicits advertisements too sly to ignore;
Holes in the ground spewed petroleum by-products (crashed whale-hunter's door);
Internal combust sucks gas like a sponge, speeding largesse by motor;
Ships become metal breaking waves, air and cross -border protectors;
Commerce gets global, technology outpaces many folk's labor;
Titans of finance assert dumbfounding clauses: Great masticators;
Cross-talking language divides many, expectant, prognosticators;
Teeming many fly over wage-slaved citizens left just below floors; Papers cite libel laws to explain absent rich child-fornicators;
Seeming compliant the ratcheted hunger-sames spin in their same gore;
Droughts on land, in minds, Floods eat crops, fires devastate: Feeds speculators;
No water, no air, Flint gives us no answer fit for human-chain mores;
Youth astride dawn's door, shot dead seeking awareness. No light left to rhyme.
_________________ " . . . On the outside now . . ."
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