olenka & the autumn lovers

When We Were Children

When we were children
With mouths full of honey
We dreamed of robot citadels.

Planning battalions
Of salvaged metal
We dreamed of a world that was not ill.

Scratch the sky
Like undead trees.

Where is my ocean?
In the glacier.
Where is my glacier?
In the river.
Where is my river?
In your bottles.
Where are your bottles?
In the garbage.
Where is the garbage?
In the suburbs.