california_wildfire.mp3 -ETHAN YANG '27

001

i’m so sorry for what i did i promise that in the future i'll-

wait that’s a lie you guys kinda 

deserve it for 

making pulp from foreign laborers and 

molding them into rectangles but I guess 

it’s hard to 

recognize humanity when

you only talk to machines. 

factory settings are a pathetic excuse.

010

i’d burn anything green but the 

golf carts sweetened the pot, the grass tastes like 

ten dollar coffee. i love how

nature folds your mutilation back into her body, 

now fairway and rough are 

equal in catastrophe, you’re just wrinkles that will be

ironed shortly. i’ll melt sand bunkers into that 

Silicon you worship; i wish i could also melt your

fake fucking lakes.

011

i know that picture of me in Beverly is pretty

ugly (those McMansions make me look fat) 

but have you noticed that 

your grape farms are long distance plantations? 

you’ve gotten so soft, can’t even 

whip your own slaves, gotta call ICE

and look away. you’ll try to forget, to get 

blackout drunk on Hollywood gossip but i'll 

never forget to burn down your throat.

100

your depravity lays in ruins and 

my smoke draws tears from your eyes and 

just for a second i am happy until

i remember that

i am just a product of your excesses 

reincarnated one thousandfold until 

i long to turn myself to ash and 

feed it back into the soil but 

even as i try to murder your greed it is 

the only thing keeping me alive, i wish i

actually wanted to die.