Poetry · Writing

You Pretty Things

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. ~


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