Better World

As the old Tang poets were wont to do
I’m drinking and dreaming a better world,
as if the globes of grape were fit to salve
the melancholy of our only earth

Du Fu, Li Bei, countless nameless others,
I don’t need a name, I’m the same as you,
know it’s better to drink than just to think,
sorrow is that I can do both at once

prophecy twines in the trampl…