In the Debt Economy

There are gardens

Little farms

Wild fields with native species

There is theater and oration

There are craftspeople

They make paper

Our words escape to

When we can’t speak them

When we must record them

The card reader does not need

To spread out your future prosperity

In profits and losses

The resource wars are over

It is a debt economy

A cup of flour

Trust you’ll share the bread

Life is slower

Blissfully boring

And quiet

Until we dance and sing

And scream

Because we sometimes must

Let out the roar inside

We still want what we can’t have

We still bicker

And we hurt

The prisons have closed

Restoration

Transformation

Communal consequences

Replace roach-infested cells

After capitalism is no utopia

After capitalism is traveling away

From oppressive systems

To communal solutions

A living centered in love

After capitalism

We take responsibility

For each other

We are our only hope

After capitalism

I curl up in bed some days

Unable to contribute

Unable to do anything

After capitalism

Doesn't erase disability

But instead

Of the creeping feeling

Of inadequacy

I am carried