Zooming outside
roaring and approaching
rattling

working like crazy
shifting earth
weeding massively

resisting, rebuilding
perhaps, hard labour
if you can say so

of machines
My walls still stand
There's light in

my comfortable home
my resigned home
The revolution rumbles

away if I would
have a look
have the nerve

to open the curtain
then I might see
her buttocks

ugly buttocks
big white buttocks
in a ploughed up landscape