The land shall not be sold permanently, for the land belongs to Me, for you are strangers and [temporary] residents with Me.
They say it’s a buyers market
but, truly, who can own anything
when the city can take it all away
when the federales can eminently
domain a highway through your koi pond
when strangers from a strange land can
manifest destiny you right into a genocide?
We build away the forests so people can
have tables and chairs and lawn furniture
on top of lawn decks, on top of
manicured lawns, on top of the earth
that was here long before anyone
conceived of zoning laws, and which
will be here long after we’ve
used up all the air.
Someday the plants will laugh
at what we’ve done. Until they evolve
and the cycle cycles again.
We own nothing despite our paperwork
telling us otherwise. So take no trespassing
signs with a grain of salt.
The One True Owner reminds us
we are nothing but dust. We are
so easily scattered.