Museum of Lost Futures

Children on a class trip:
the Utopia Museum
where olden futures lie
behind glass, to keep off dust

Kids cluster round the glare
of rocketships to Mars
James Bond volcano base
the sheen of oceancities

They ooh and aah at skycars
ignore the raining fragments,
squish noses to the panes
strain to catch the details

But one display's bereft
of visitors - the future
where people dwelled in peace,
lived with beasts and bluebirds

fondled fronds of fern,
clustering nights to sing out
gazing at moon and stars
and laughed and did not murder

Some few liked that future fine,
though it didn't quite gleam
like the other tomorrows 

And now we have none of them