And we, who over time had loved and wanted more,
had spoken indelicately of money, jobs and scars,
and scrawled indelibly in the new earth
paeans to Venus and the stars.
But when did we invent the streets
and bikes and passing cars?
When did dying come to altar,
From whence, and from how far?
Why, if not for stubborn-green suburban lawns
have we come to where we are,
mouths ablaze with the clarion brilliance of the dawn?