Echoes by Zac Smith Copyright 2005 Zac Smith

tear up
build down
life is an artificial frown
bark like a dog
echoes ruin my throat
technology so easily mimicking
things we take for granted
stare emptily 
at an empty water dish
syrup fills your lungs
so they no longer speak your truth
keeping you safe
tools with no purpose
watch as i go blind
run slowly
as to let them catch up
domesticated woods
i stare lonely at the snow
telling it to melt
so my tears won't be as lonely
needlessly long slogans
for needlessly short occaisions
illness makes you worthless
fish are blesed
we are sinful
god is a brown paper bag
containing a sandwich
some sugar
and a whole mess of pine needles
to patch up your torn overcoats
echoes ruin my throat
crayons are majestic
creativity a dying art
kittens born in an oven
always end up being cooked
rivers run dry
sand is a catylist
the sky is so much more dense than it should be
float away
the poles are much flatter
space will envelop you
but only when you struggle
television is your deathbed
and your steeple
and your cradle
and your womb
failing students copy notes
echoes ruin my throat