As fast as humanly possible

the boxes fly out of the city

earthbound for some known destination

away from what they know



Scarce things, far and few between

have power to stop their hasty retreat

like horses they stomp away

destined for a stop



it’s hard to say what may possess

those minds of the people who flee

but much is for sure, I have power to say

their lot is better where they’re going

RyanDavid Burningham, 1998 (I'm fairly certain that I was insane when I wrote this)