after the sun
has wizened the grape
the rains do not
return the raisin
to its former glory

this world knows
only how to take
the topsoil is littered
with the desiccated
corpses of dreamers

if not given sustenance
we slowly consume ourselves
until our bodies fail
our hearts and souls
faded in starvation

consuming voraciously
these electronic emissions
empty calories in
exchange for essentials
an anemic anthem ensues

raisins on the vine
lamenting about the days
of falling rains and
photosynthesized dreams
a stubborn refusal of fate