It Wasn’t LCD

The earth clock ticks,
as tectonic plates shift.

The serpent’s tongue licks
at the burning edges
of all of this.

“…and this?

This is bliss.”

The elders would be remiss
if they failed to try and convince
the youth that their “honest wish”
was for each to be better off
and have the things
Mother and Father missed.

But… We. Are. Pissed.

Because the greatest gift
was never theirs to give.
It wasn’t LCD,
cellular, or synthetic,
let alone, recorded to DVD,
or magnetically messaged
into the spiral
of a broken record.

It was a fucking tree
that those idiots burned
before we could see it
growing wild
and free.

So, damn the elders,
they are fertilizer
in the making.

I’ll kick them over
the edge,
even as the Serpent
constricts
and sets Midgaard
to shaking.

©️ Obol, 2019-2020.

In the Labyrinth of American English, “pissed” typically means “angry.”