How to Save the Human Race from Technology
one
begin to see
this aching earth
and its meager tenants
as what they once were
as what they have become
and
most importantly
as what they could
be
two
each morning
wake at dawn with our sun
watch as it engulfs all
in stretching fingers
willing to hold
seven billion beating hearts
three
each night
sleep content beneath
a sky sewn of
shooting stars
fading and blinding and burning like
your own human life
four
refuse
to be
sedated
by the temptation
of freeing, damning
numbness
five
take the headphones
from your grasping ears
allow them to
reach for the sound
of a still small voice
begging you
to be
silent
six
free your fingertips
from Apple’s golden handcuffs
let them brush a lover’s own
let them collect callous
let them touch
more than a
screen
seven
never forget
to create
eight
run
fly across the forest floor
feel the cool dark earth
the damp evening grass
between the toes
that carry your body
through this age
nine
remember
no man made grave can hold
a soul
that freed itself
from human chains
ten
and this above all else
find whatever it is
that transforms
your heart
into
a summer thunderstorm
and your mind
into
an oasis
find it
and hold on
for dear
dear
life
This poem is about:
My country
Our world