When Everything Here Is No Longer Alive

I see troups of lost
boyscouts

Snipe hunting
in vacant lots

And if you weren't dead,
I can tell
Youd want to be there

Like, right now,
you are trying to

will some awkward
imitation of yourself
there

to say things like

"I'm receiving a transmission from another planet"

and

"It's being dictated by an historical figure"

But,
you seem unsatisfied.
It's not working for some reason.
Like a note stuck in the back
of a philosophy text book.

it's missing

pieces.

To them,
you appear as someone
experiencing an earthquake
alone.

You have 2-3 different voices.

You are five random words.

Their flashlights are growing dim
Their bed times are arriving

and they are tired of
trying to interpret you
as you attempt to tell them
their future.