Verse

Utopia at ten thirty am

There is one single minute in the late morning

that mankind can be loved during.

It comes around ten thirty when the air is light and creamy

and the city is awake

but it’s not hungry yet.

The children are set to work with men

the sounds the machines squeak are earnest

and the human device becomes beauty.

 

Utopia is born.

 

Come ten thirty one,

a shadow shifts to the morning

and crows take over everything

ravenous.

 

Eden can only live a minute.

                   

Image by Laurent Van Assche

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