“What’s the Point if We have no Future?” by Taylor Lucio

“What’s the Point if We have no Future?” by Taylor Lucio

Read by Conner Arnold

“me, me, me!”
white picket fences
freshly-cut grass
The ice cream truck moves joyously down the newly paved street

“who cares”
broken windows
stray bullets
Sirens serenade the neighborhood after a drive-by shooting

Empty chairs
Wistful weeping
What’s the point if we have no future?

Next door you see caps and gowns
Here I see black linen and carnations
What’s the point if we have no future?