Il Futurismo

Bright, bright that light of electric steel
to guide the masses from their fields and forests.

Chop, chop off my breasts and hips
so I may join my line in our ordered ranks.

TOOM TOOM TOOM
ZOOL ZOOL ZOOL

But you Fool!
Your "future" will walk on ash and breathe arsenic,
No more souls after a naive man's dream of speed.

No, a purge will not do.

Francesca Tuazon

CET Siena, Spring 2010