Oh Children Oh children, will you grow up in a world without birds? Will there be crickets, where you are? Will there be asters? Clams, at a minimum. Maybe not clams. We know there will be waves. Not much life needed for those. A breeze, a storm, a cyclone. Ripples, as well. Stones. Stones are consoling. There will be sunsets, as long as there is dust. There will be dust. Oh children, will you grow up in a world without songs? Without pines, without mosses? Will you spend your life in a cave, a sealed cave with an oxygen line, until there’s a power failure? Will your eyes blank out like the
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