And now i watch it all go down in flames,
And trees of altered mien parade the change.
Which of us knows, which of us deeply knows
While zooming along in grim array and flush
With power-over? Our soundtracks pour. The tap
Seems endless, of a thousand twinkling charms,
And nothing we take has lasting consequence.
We can even smash our toys if so we're minded.
One more Starbucks travel cup i crush
Into a full car-trashbag, as the radio
Croons a lugubrious Nineties hit. I'm hoping
I can hoof it through one more stint with this stark knowledge,
Scant help, and the season's share of blame.
