Inherit the Earth

Alicia Khoo

We are:

specks of dust fluttering
down on green foliage;

murderers and thieves
sitting in a cell

arguing about truth, love
and restorative justice.

We are:

buckwheat in wine press,
living stone burning.

If we were galaxies,
I want us to be glorious

in constellations,
800 billion suns and
50,000 light years across,

28 million light years ago.