Beyond 1989

By the Time we
Were children bricks had
Long since stopped

Flying every red-markered
Line growing dim with
Age as we
Aged welcome Home
Kids! Levittown becomes
Us, do you believe? Only
It makes not an
Ounce of difference now.

He watched
His Father fly out
On television be careful
The Kuwaiti
Wells are burning!

Tonight we shall sleep and breathe
And tomorrow it
Shall be the same. Every October
Thereafter it was necessary
That we grew, only to being
Born.

Look at the graffiti on the wall the wine tainting the air
Like electricity. How were we then?
Will we need
It and if so how many shall
Utilize our own
Being?