As takes go…

This one was a first.
So, before the parking lot
trees give up their ghosts to 
the misty mountains of burnt
pre-history, let the scene enter
the place where the soul used to be,
at the moment when civilization
and its malcontented writers 
killed it. That's the moment 
when the cutting edge hits
the strutting pledge and 
carries the day into an 
eon and half, that
juts into space
and wealth 
prestige to
say how 
we will
go.