on & on

out of the morning dew is pounding

construction machinery, the cabins like empty

memories, where pollen fly, insects collide

with the glass from the inside, so hums

the brain of the landscape designers

around the joystick at the world’s other end

fully automated reapers roll over kittens & foxes,

maggots are greeting the chopped-up leftovers &

standardized cows stand impudently at the end

of their cubic ablepharous eyes, mechanically

summoning the sky & carbon free grass to satisfy

the milk quota

a synthesizer’s whistle & everything marches

toward the center, battle point, centrifuge & we

in overtired electric vehicles, the eyes on draft ,

crawl underneath collectors with drawn laser swords

forearmed for the next killer virus