THE CLUB FOR A LIVABLE FUTURE (codename: BROOD X)
Like growing up, I want to scream in a text:
WELCOME TO THE CLUB FOR A LIVABLE FUTURE (codename: BROOD X)
We’re underground rebels flying free
There’s a secret shake, off with shells for wings
Meetup of a trillion plus creatures emerging
A once-in-a-period community converging.
And scream we would as a herd
(As it’s the secret password)
Arriving hearing ya’ll saying: “damn things have changed
But I’ll be damned if I’m damned by all these changes
Even the soils taste rancid with toxic climate extremes
Like what have y'all been up to since our last convening?"
And scream on we do, together as on we squirm
Systems of old selves shedding, at a scale of the swarm
To return back into holes in the world’s heart, in the ground.
By the next time we meet, in that span we’ll have to answer
How can we be the club for our possible nature?