I'd build bridges to distant lands
out of ash and charcoal.
We could sit together and play Lego
with rubble, and make our metropolis.

For each bottled message, there'd be
a hundred lifeboats,
or requests for directions and what
they'd need to start anew.
And i'd pack their bags for them,
and see them off with a hug.

Maybe we'd all smile as we pass
each other in the street, no-matter who.
We could reinvent or renovate the lost arts:
drawing, comedy, dance, literature, poetry;
as expressions.