how to burn wood

cut down

all the trees

and say finally

there is room to breathe

hide in the darkness

and say

now you can see

sleep all day

and say

you’ve done too much

now

empty your heart

and say

you didn’t expect to

bleed so much

follow

and say

you feel bad

for the person behind

lead

and say

you wish there was a shadow

to block the light

and make your way

to the forest you cut down

and say

at the end

with footprints full of

other people’s feet

and your own

worn and tired

sleeping all day

that you need to catch some

fresh air

elsewhere

*

grandmother speaking

how she heard of

radio you could see

a future of futures

foretold on longwaves

and i am reminded of

the past resurfacing

with the technological question

of

what is it

what is it

that has been replaced

with

what isn’t it

what isn’t it

the radio is turned off

too many ads

nowadays