i sit

I sit at the garden door and write
Amid trees, and the birds talk to me
In a confusion of soft songs

And down the road the truck rumbles
And pours forth its gases
Just people, just going about their lives
And the trees will be gone
And the grass will be gone
And the birds will be gone
And the lost bee fighting the curtain will be gone
And the truck will be gone
And the people will be gone
And I will sit in the empty desert and write
Kali is coming
Kali is coming
And the forests will be gone
And the oceans will be gone
And the air will be gone
And I will be gone
Kali is coming
And you will be gone

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