From the west, a cannibal cold. Children,
stay inside; away from windows if true
(the future w/o sun is windowless).
Hate your parents & the church & science
for the algorithms they’ve decided
to neglect. Consequence has no excuse.
Hold candles to the hieroglyphs beneath
your beds. Befriend the blind and welcome them.
It’s more polite to ask of when than how.
Near sunlight, listen to the chimney howl
and stand, barefoot, upon the trees turned ash
for which your parents mourn with photographs
of beach-spent trips on credit. Most prisons
lack intent. Now’s the time of how to ask.