The gears of society grind to a halt,
The fluorescent lights Blaring
In offices and factories
Shudder and fade in the
Creeping darkness.

The freeways are clogged with traffic,
But the skies are no longer choked
With smog nor stale with the
Invisible waves of communication
Nor burdened by aircraft.

Nature reclaims what was once concrete,
Steel, plastic, glass, and brick.
Ivy grasps at designer clothes racks,
Swallows build their nest in the eaves of a prison,
and a pack of wolves prowl a quiet mall.

A public park has metamorphosed into a
Thriving forest lush with fruit, flowers and fauna.
A nomad roams through the wooded halls, a rifle
Slung on his back. He carries a tin of SPAM in one hand
And plucks a fig from a nearby tree with another.

Food is plentiful,
The air is fresh,
The days are warm,
The nights are beautiful,
And life is good.