our past is
chamfered and bevelled,
mortised and tenoned ingeniously,
yet we have
forgotten how to build;
aligning each storey to the one below,
leaving the ironwork
unpainted,
piling on the cement mixed with seawater,
sand-foundations
sliding into the ocean —
but we can’t make an ark either,
or grow a decent
garden in terracotta;
instead, we share out unevenly dwindling
beans on a rock as
the tide comes in,
ignoring the pyramids, the great ships
of Zhen He
and the industrial revolution,
worshipping sustainable frugality.
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