7 billion of us-so we move
into new spaces,displace species,forests,change rivers,camp
and make permanent our eminent domain.First scratch writing= inventory.
First tool=fire or spear?Central heating?molten core!ART!
Layers beneath,so we dig=earth houses,mud houses,opal tunnels,caves,yurts
City core?We rise,high as engineering/architecture will allow
Grieving and mourning still for Twin Towers(not Lord of Rings!
Squeeze us in smaller spaces like tombs /urns for ashes
Squatting in Egyptian cemeteries and Pierre La Chaise Paris
Homeless and refugees in UN camps/on every street corner in every city
We are re-becoming communal.Spill across borders.Shot by guards but still coming
Jailed but still swimming.Returned but returning.Palestinians,Mexicans/every one of us..
This small world is our only hall.We breathe the same air(despite guarded communities
We are so close we start to speak Chinese.Pay secret police.Build prisons .FEMA
Space is so close we walk moons,talk stars,fall from space shuttles.
Soon we will have to sit down in circles again/and hear each others stories
This Hall is never empty-it is our collective memory/our Library of Each Other
We live together whether we like it or no.There is nowhere else to glow.