We are building the future’s foundation
On the wings of a tired dove
Who orders the olives that would have saved us
With bottomless martinis
From a pool chair in the Caymans

We are watching the present’s predicament
On the plastic screens of the truly advanced
Whose tiny glowing rectangles
Addict the masses more thoroughly
Than a needle could ever hope

We are finding the past’s problems
On the bottom of our shoes
With only the rotting stench to alert us
To that which cannot be removed
By a simple napkin dipped in holy water

We have made so many mistakes
It’s a wonder we are still living
Even a semblance of life