We have amassed so much
We can do nothing with it
But keep it in attics for the fire
Junk after junk of our life
We have bought all we can become
To sit and stare across piles
Like it was a mirror telling our eyes
There is so much in us to spill out
But we have not yet learned how to be angry
We cannot learn
Until we need to be uncivilize
Until we are no longer dependent
On little bottles of prescriptions
To fence the barbarian in.
I have seen the dump burning
This world is not short of fuel for fire.
It is just us being so protective
Of what nobody will want tomorrow.