Fossil Fool

All the power
of a star
and you had to
to mine under
the mountains
to find your
fountain of
light.

All the wind
at your
disposal and
your anecdotal
infernos,

night after
night,

to harness only the
currents you
like.

Fossil fool,
a consumerist fuelled by
logic not quite there;

an emperor loved for
his clothes
and crown
alone.

The price of despair
at the
pump
is education over time,

cents on the
dollar
while I scrounge
dimes of my worth.

To watch worms finance
the earth from
beneath itself
is a hell I’d
not wish on the deadest
of soils.

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