WE ARE THE WEFTOVERS
thru cobwebs i see my window is covered
with old nests and webs
left over morsels of arachnid dinners
dirt from the outside roadside
and a day covered by cloud
the dim grey light attracts this vision skyward
small birds sing amongst branches encrusted with petro chemical emissions
oblivious of our unleaded footprint we cover the earth with
no where's sacred anymore
untouched by motorcades high overhead
our world has fast become 1
big parking lot for our mad misadventure of travel and communication
we're drowning in the depths of every1 elses sorrow
no more todays tomorrow
today is something very expensive
and tomorrow is already on sale
noodle e string (c)
