Oh for the daywhen the bombs stop falling.When the humans stop bitingand stabbing each otherand spraying everythingwith blood and oil.When the men removetheir iron breastplatesand stand tender and vulnerablein their original beauty.When the women retrievetheir tonguesfrom the lead-lined jarsin the basementand sing feral and freebeneath the streetlights.When we release the eelsand arrows from our belliesand stop bracing for the impactof the fists of our fathers.When we vomit outthe nattering humonculiin our skullsand livein our natural serenity.When we stop taking ordersfrom the bank boysand money menand join hands with the cousinsthey trained us to snarl at.When we turn the gunshipsinto gardensand make the robotswork for us.When we come togetheras native terrestrialsagainst the freakswith mechanical minds.That will be the beginning.That will be our birth day.That will be the dawnof a wild and wonderfuladventure.Good morning.Reading by Tim Foley.