Over The Edge Page 6 January 10, 2000

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What will it bein one thousand years

When we are all gone and our stuff is still here?
Will people read the books | read?

Dig up the bones of an empire dead

Oh my an Empire died

Cancerous society, civilized

What do you have when an empire falls?
Tools and tokens and broken down walls

Keep piling legacy in a heap
of toxic waste and shit that is cheap
let bake another thousand years
1 somebody says “what have we here?”

Oh my an Empire died

Cancerous society, civilized

what do you have when and empire falls?

In this case it’s plastic and old shopping malls.

THE STORM
Howling wind, And pagan lights
Rattling windows That implode
Like Ginsberg, Like the USSR.
Pounds cold into every
Naked bush Hear it howl
And gasping tree— - Like a gut-shot beast,
A spectacle of Looking for a place
Clawed fingers that To die.
Maul bare skin
And flags that

Tear at Legion-poles