on a rickety old shopping cart I rolled you into this former town
the cracks in the sidewalk bumping flat-wheeled through your skull
forced off the road, because it’s jammed with rusted automobiles

light a fire, boil some water
pass the last bottle and drink to another day above ground

I hear a clarinet wailing in the distance
there are still some acoustic instruments
you hear their fleeting sounds in the post-electric night
if the music ever stops we’ll know that things ain’t right

light a fire, boil some water
pass the last bottle and drink to another day above ground

I miss turning on our electric heater
I miss our coffee pot and I miss going to the theatre

these days the nights have gotten much darker
instead of traffic we hear coyotes in their packs
but I can feel you here even if this is the end
together we can face never going back

light a fire, boil some water
pass the last bottle and drink to another day above ground

Posted Friday, August 28th 2020