art-time-collective

Quick,
May be that I can write a poem before my battery dies
Where do batteries go when they die anyway?
Do they illuminate the stars?
Do they leach toxins on mars?
And when all of their power juice in gone far away
Should we burn them, or eat them, or throw them today?

Maybe, when batteries die
They go back
To another time
Before batteries even existed
When everyone
Would sleep
At night

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