What happens when we can no longer send propaganda across radio waves to the planets?
Tonight how will we send an SOS to Karaya
because it is all collapsing around us-
How will we hear the response
when our inner layers have succumbed to gravity
When all we think we know is call and response
to find our way
The translation gets crushed against what is left of our core
and all others can bear witness to is the graphic pornographic image of our ruin.
The pressure is more that 900 tons on the platforms of our backs
and so many of us have been decommissioned
so many of our support cables have snapped
so much of our skin is scarred
What happens when the temperature of the human instrument
reflecting back to you
We resist the risk of failing
but we don’t resist the collapse.
We trust our bodies
the true assets
we know more waves than the ones they have given us
when the contraction comes
it is the time to push
become bigger than we ever thought we could be.
We didn’t wait for the stakeholder table to be called.
We know they wouldn’t pronounce our names correctly
to call us there
to assess the situation.
So we fall into ourselves
tighten ourselves within limbs of more than 15,000 pounds
before they can demolish us in a controlled manner
before they could punch more holes
into our surviving structure
before they can set up safety exclusion zones
meant to keep us away
When they investigate what happened
When they try to fix the damage
we will be
outshining everything else in the universe.
We will have cooled
so they can’t baptize us with foreign to us labels
so they can’t study us
so they can’t stabilize us
and we will be