days to come

days to come
you will find out how
today’s days and minutes
laid the odds for our future

days to come
sun might shine
obliquely on your hopes
your side-bet on tomorrow
arriving without everything
collapsed and gone
just arriving

days to come
will not be seized
nor cherished nor remembered
no moment more special
than the last

days to come
when currency is dead
there will be no more goods
only rough grass to the horizon
dense forests where leaves
grow on the trees
not money

days to come
will arrive despite us
after all our stupid digging and getting
tearing the earth for what eluded us
in every way save for the consequences
of digging and tearing and getting

days to come
we will all be sorry
for the mistakes we made
too late for repentance

days to come
we will say to one another
go with god or whatever comfort
walks beside you
now

© BH, 2019

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I posted the last three verses of this on the Extinction Rebellion Poetry Group Facebook page. Just another dystopian future. A warning? An entreaty? Words. 

The world will maunder on without us if it comes to that.