empty
October 4, 2015 1 Comment
sometimes you have to destroy
things to make space
we live in an abandoned city
this is where my father was born
across the river my mother was born
this is how you speak
when the world
has gone
our children
are bombarded by images
will our machines
remember us when we die?
Will our machines remember us when we die? A classic line.
Alexander Marshall pembroke5@aol.com