Because of poems like this (and it also occurs to me that this poem is a nice companion piece to the post below this one):<\/p>\n
The Future <\/b><\/p>\n
For God’s sake, be done
\nwith this jabber of “a better world.”
\nWhat blasphemy! No “futuristic”
\ntwit or child thereof ever
\nin embodied light will see
\na better world than this, though they
\nforetell inevitably a worse.
\nDo something! Go cut the weeds
\nbeside the oblivious road. Pick up
\nthe cans and bottles, old tires,
\nand dead predictions. No future
\ncan be stuffed into this presence
\nexcept by being dead. The day is
\nclear and bright, and overhead
\nthe sun not yet half finished
\nwith his daily praise.<\/p>\n
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