Yearning for the fire.
These light emitting diodes
are soulless,
the shadows they make,
formless.
We used to banish
the dark,
but now I think
we court it.
Tease it
with our digital
flamboyance.
Fire, stone, and steel
gave way
to synthetic toys.
We were once the type
that feared the night,
but we explored it, anyway.
Took pitchforks and torches
out to hunt the monsters,
and those who made them.
These days we seem to breed them,
as if we need them.
How long will it be,
before torches and pitchforks
are all we see?
Everyone pays in time.
There are no hidden crimes,
just future consequences, I believe.
We used to sing a song,
we used to play along,
but now we’re just so passive.
The fireside is gone
and we have moved on,
thinking progress would be impressive.
We were wrong,
we knew it all along,
but we dismissed the missive.
Instinct dull and slow,
nowhere left to go,
no one left to teach,
no one to listen.
I can’t believe
we would dream
of going backwards.
Losing who we are
amongst the stars,
used to be our essence.
Now, we’re lost and gone,
still scared of the dark,
and terrified
of fire.
What hope do we have
to save us from the monsters
we’ve become?
We’re all out of saviors.
HG – 2022
