I would like to meet you
after our great-great-great grandchildren
are not commemorated as the Ancient Ones.
I would like to meet you
when I can no longer remember
being charred alive as a witch,
when you can no longer recall
being roasted alive as a faggot.
I would like to meet you
when we have both utterly forgotten
what tears could be;
when we will wear no
breasts or penis or uterus,
vagina, testicles,
no beard, no blood.
I would like to meet you
in identically muscular clitorine
large-brained naval-less bodies,
smooth green flesh, pale budshade,
that takes nourishment
only from air/sun/water,
not from prey.
I would like to meet you
when each can recognize
the ember of this planet
glowing in the eye of the other.
Then
we could speak.
