oposite of

fetch
your ties and cuff links
for the fire in the back yard
the sickness is of us
the pavement becomes cracked and
folds inward
appartment and office buildings
become caked with mold
shoes are outgrown and feet
become calaced
food tastes better and is found in
small porportions
trees age quick like us
grow thick and overcome the citys
tall and overshadow the life
the unknown is felt often
to become  tense in darkness would
never relax
to observe the beauty would
always mistify
to die would be relieving
though the life was
better than never feeling.