I’m sorry I won’t be around a hundred years from now. I’d like to
see how it all turns out. What language most of you are speaking.
What country is swaggering across the globe. I’m curious to know
if your medicines cure what ails us now. And how intelligent your
children are as they parachute down through the womb. Have
you invented new vegetables? Have you trained spiders to do your
bidding?
Have baseball and opera merged into one melodic sport?
A hundred years….My grandfather lived almost that long. The
doctor who came to the farmhouse to deliver him arrived in a
horse-drawn carriage. Do you still have horses?
“A Hundred Years from Now” by David Shumate from Kimonos in the Closet. © University of Pittsburg Press, 2013.
LOVE this one.
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They’re questions you and I would ask, huh? Let’s hope they still have monkeys and hedgehogs.
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There will and they will be GODS.
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Great, now I’m thinking of Rise of the Planet of the Apes (and Hedgehogs?)
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Did you know I think of stuff like this all the time. Time. It’s SO trippy!
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On a similar note, this just showed up on my feedly reader:
“I fear none of us will last long enough
to prove what I’ve always suspected,
that the sky is a membrane
in an angel’s skull,
trees talk to each other at night,
ice is water in a state of silence,
the embryo listens to everything we say.”
– From Subterranean by Eric Gamalinda (via hush-syrup)
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