Walden III

Henry David, are you there?

I've brought your morning news.

The roads and rails are gone fore'er,

And gone are all the moos.

Awesome

Had I eyes then if just to squint to see

between the splintering glimmer of

eternal birthlight eons long ago and

Had I ears then if just to strain to hear

the so soft revving of some universal engine

would its constant drone now be altered and

Would I now be home at last and paid, in truth, my living wage?