Since then
Time was
you could pitch your home to the winds,
roll out your lawn wherever
you came to earth,
forage for gnatosaurs, plump and wriggling,
in your intake filters
and grill them on the nearest patch
of open ground.
We'd find
grills aplenty where the Foremen lived;
their land burned easy; too,
only pyrophiles grew there:
no good to eat, but sure keep you warm
at night.
And talk about stars!
They'd be falling, falling,
burn across the sky like torches
set to conflag the whole night,
if they hit Foremenland they just might
do that, but mostly they'd skyquench somewhere
on the up and up.
And star-metal flowers'd show where,
come spring
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