Apr 04, 2020 15:57
What a brittle girl you’ve been, what a buzzkill
Singing while the virus webs our teeth
While the carbon in our bones crumbles
The throat of the earth seals itself
And the plumbing in the kitchen is weak,
Cannot hold the weight
Of our waxy last meals
And the rain fills up the
River basin
And we go back to the songs that scorched
Our adolescent lungs
Sing till your eyes go silver
Sing till the spark in the oven extinguishes
Sing till the supermarkets collapse.