Tonight's Poet Corner: Not So Distant

Not So Distant
by Belinda Roddie

In the not so
distant
future, we will
sing our songs
in ancient tongues,
bathe our bodies
in amber, clothe
ourselves in scraps
of kings' old robes.

In the not so
distant
future, we will
drink from pots
and iron bowls,
kill our fathers
with sharpened
stones, and eat
the bones with
homemade gravy.

In the not so
distant
future, we will
name our daughters
Rage. And our sons
will be called War.
And our mothers
will always cry.

Keep the faith
for the not so
distant
future, where our
mouths are dry,
where the winds
keep track of time,
where we scream
before we die.