15. How Will it Look to See Us Eat in the Future?

How will it look to see us eat… in the future?

Was the thought I had

finishing off the last of a protein shake.

Food, after we are forced to realize

that the separateness of ego-consciousness

was the antichrist. Not the goal.

We made a collective mistake.

A future when meat and vegetables are not plentiful anymore.

Because Corporations and Politicians

once upon a time held the tap wide open, full pour.

Oh, to be truly impoverished. Forsaken.

Living in the West, I don’t have a clue.

And that’s coming from a kid

whose family needed charity,

handouts, kindness, even food-stamps too.

We will all know real poverty in the future,

unless we now radically change.

We like to play pretend that it’s not our responsibility

but our consumption pours out suffering like rain.

There are places on Earth where life

is birth, ‘life’, and death inside squalor.

The consequence of our demand.

Lives spent sourcing raw materials

for us to chew up and mouth feed

to Facebook, to Twitter, and Instagram…

To the charge of raping once beautiful planet earth

“The Class of 2020” was found guilty

with blood on our pants.

A windfall verdict of karma is being poured out

onto the faces of the children of man.

Present and future suffering is our fruit.

Look now, sorrow is growing.

Growing from inside our hands.

In the future I wonder how it will be

in the affluent West when we finally see.

When we weep at the roots,

eating the fruit

that only grows on the limbs of barren trees.

To actually know

the sights, smells, and tastes,

to go with the names of earth’s fabled fruit.

Our descendants will only dream at the chance.

Real fruit would be considered

the height of rare decadence.

So, I guess I should be happy

if we end up achieving some astronaut type future.

Where we figure out some Matrix*-type-shit.

And they chemicalize all our nutrients.

And we ‘eat’ a man-made-protein-amino-drip.

Eventually… (I thought)

I guess this is how we’ll all eat.

As the bottom of my cup made its crest.

It looked like an oceanic sunset

made out of chocolate-y bliss.

A post-workout kiss on the lips.

But I was saddened by this view of the future.

Of an Earth… with less produce

and more whips.

*“The Matrix”. Lana and Lilly Wachowski 1999.

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Arch C. Jones

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