Today's prompt from Robert Lee Brewer: Write a "what's next" poem. I wrote two today - the first one was not directly related to the prompt, while the second one was.
Backup Singers
Greek
chorus for
the present day
they
echo my
notes and words
whether
naive hope
or cynical dismay
they'll
repeat it
like warbling birds
shoo shoo bop
until I drop
chorus for
the present day
echo my
notes and words
naive hope
or cynical dismay
repeat it
like warbling birds
until I drop
The Future
We
either pull
out of this
or
we don't -
odds are even
fiction
is truth
magic is science
change
our ways
right now or
we roll toward
a slow apocalypse
either pull
out of this
we don't -
odds are even
is truth
magic is science
our ways
right now or
a slow apocalypse
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