Rhys Taylor, In My Dreams, 08/09/2006
I have seen how a future looks
at paraded goods conveyed by hooks.
They march at robot pace endlessly
emerging only to exit right
across a narrow spot of light.
I have heard a future, bells
of house alarm and liberated joy, small hells
for residents from jets and
traffic roar in sirened street
masking distant tramp of armies' feet.
I have tasted a future meal
barbecued fast after dying squeal
A rabbit from the trap at last,
The knife stil bloodied at my feet
but most days only herbs to eat.
I have smelled a future here
of fear, of sweat, of salty tear.
Humanity treks from state to state
from hear or flood a a refuge sought
feeling oil grab, valley dam or new despot.
I have touched a future, she
or he is almost touching me.
Insistent pull on grandpa's arm
Let us go this way, not that, perhaps?
Explore the possibilities, avoid the traps.
