Club Future - A Poem by Behrouz Saba
In a more advanced stage
You will return to the jungle
Picking your food from the trees
Worshiping nature gods
Hunting game swift of feet
Rare of colors
And sweet of flesh
Whose genes the warden will splice
To your imagination.
You will meet you mate
Bare of clothes
By a waterfall
And will do
Without the formality of exchanging phone numbers.
Not here
But on a pristine planet
Distant from the one
You have so badly desecrated to get there.
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