• By Drew Keane

Someday, Not Too Long from Now



When someday, not too long from now, the world

Is buried under webs of roads unfurled,

With layer stacked on layer to the skies —

A monument to human enterprise! —

While alleluias rise as carbon smoke

And offerings of crash victims invoke

The god beneath whose angry blast we choke,

The time will come (at least I hope) to ask,

Where are we going? Why? What is the task?

What does this pile of concrete celebrate,

And what have we interred beneath its weight?


Drew Nathaniel Keane is a lecturer in the department of Writing and Linguistics at Georgia Southern University and a PhD candidate in the School of English at the University of St. Andrews. More of his work is available at drewkeane.com

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