A Permanent Reminder

Forever chemicals that flicker and burst into flames; we won’t be sending cards and flowers. This is no longer a joke that we are laughing at, not a lot, maybe blank. A ship that has long set sail. Laughing it off feels so wrong; why for so long? Pure white zombies consider (forbidden) a murder. All the king’s horses, and all the king’s men… The weapons explode. Nothing comes.

And what kind of future are we gonna make?