Don’t kid yourself they belong to you
They’re the start of a coming race…
~David Bowie
Make way for
the Homo Superior. Greet
the new slab every decade;
they are our king.
They walk the same
talk, sing, fuck like you,
yet, we’re on the ground
and they’re in space.
Putting moon shine
in a jar and holding it
high as the past.
Homo Sapiens outgrown their use.
Take our leave peacefully
onto the next
written in awe
we’ve finished our news.
R.I.P. ~
Saint's Muse 