Muscle Poems

Living Description

From the plane, looking down, some scientists knowing the proper term, I could view a bumpy forest of clouds; white packets of cloud shot up like bacterial growth, desanitized now that they have stagnated into the questionable atmosphere, climate change having danked the overhang, its storage nettledby a barely visible film of oily gas.

The layout of towns below looked like a mighty computer chip, teeming with the electricity of human life though silent and slick on the surface. The scenic view, as we approached a once verdant destination, was obviously touched by drought, indigenous formations splayed out like mold and spores. I was hoping for a scientific debriefing. It made me concerned and a little afraid for the future.