The future is extinction, or has that
already been said before?
The drinking water is filtered with toxic rain and the
temples are draped in missed opportunities.
There is a war in the future.
There is a war over the future.
A molten core bursting forth,
it will not stop once you flip the channel.
No, this illness called the future cannot remain
hidden for long. It travels down from egg to newborn,
alternating like Tesla’s genius. The fragrance of ancient
questions offered in a cup of newly torn rose tips.
The future grew this way. Living off the last fumes of the
brightest stars. When everything first began to begin.
George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry Journal, Chronogram Journal, Ampersand Literary Review, the Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in the USA Today, Wall Street Journal, the Atlantic, the Havana Times, the South China Morning Post, the Buffalo News, and more.