This seemed very appropriate given the krep that is happening with LiftPort. Funny how things like this just trip into your life when you need them. From Kelly Tsai's June update ..
Weapons of Mass Creation
by Kelly Zen-Yie Tsai
what if we had
weapons
of mass creation?
in underground
safehouses
dug out in nooks
and crannies
secretly across
the globe
we could get
some of those
MIT scientists
to tinker away at
building us some
nuclear reactors
on the sly
designed to indiscriminately
birth, capacitate, and heal
life
teeming
with just one click
of a red button:
juicy slugs sliding down
stop signs
green velvety grass
creeping from between
crumbled sidewalks
loaves of braided bread
materializing in mailboxes
a song bubbling in every throat
an absence filled in every hand
clothes ballooning
buttons popping
a woman swinging
her round beautiful hips
smiling unafraid as the sweat
rolls off her nose
weapons of mass creation
to explode babies onto
every street corner
huge blinking eyes
curious chubby fingers
crawling over car hoods and
through cracked windows
crying, cooing, gurgling
weapons of mass creation
to dissolve on contact the welling
ache within each human heart
to lift lightly the burden carried
with both hands over head
to erase all shadows
ever burned into the ground
weapons of mass creation
plant daisies in every gun
make each bullet birdseed
let the flocks carry away
our knives within their claws
let them trap our screaming
between their beaks
and as they fly
usher us into a new age of
joy and laughter
hair, nails, teeth, skin,
bones growing at a
luscious, rapid pace
as we wiggle our
toes deeper and deeper
into moist, crystal-black
fertile ground
Cross posted to Space For Commerce.
Weapons of Mass Creation
by Kelly Zen-Yie Tsai
what if we had
weapons
of mass creation?
in underground
safehouses
dug out in nooks
and crannies
secretly across
the globe
we could get
some of those
MIT scientists
to tinker away at
building us some
nuclear reactors
on the sly
designed to indiscriminately
birth, capacitate, and heal
life
teeming
with just one click
of a red button:
juicy slugs sliding down
stop signs
green velvety grass
creeping from between
crumbled sidewalks
loaves of braided bread
materializing in mailboxes
a song bubbling in every throat
an absence filled in every hand
clothes ballooning
buttons popping
a woman swinging
her round beautiful hips
smiling unafraid as the sweat
rolls off her nose
weapons of mass creation
to explode babies onto
every street corner
huge blinking eyes
curious chubby fingers
crawling over car hoods and
through cracked windows
crying, cooing, gurgling
weapons of mass creation
to dissolve on contact the welling
ache within each human heart
to lift lightly the burden carried
with both hands over head
to erase all shadows
ever burned into the ground
weapons of mass creation
plant daisies in every gun
make each bullet birdseed
let the flocks carry away
our knives within their claws
let them trap our screaming
between their beaks
and as they fly
usher us into a new age of
joy and laughter
hair, nails, teeth, skin,
bones growing at a
luscious, rapid pace
as we wiggle our
toes deeper and deeper
into moist, crystal-black
fertile ground
Cross posted to Space For Commerce.
