Signifying nothing

Rivers wash away Carrying our shit To who knows where But who knows, knows Where There must have been Some first human, bedecked In naked who realized this As he watched his shit  Float This was supposed to be Pretty. This was supposed To make me think of green And leafy things, so strong Crisp Snapping against our legs As we break the grass before Us working so hard to reach The shore where we can  Shit

I have an old lap top that I wasn't using, so I installed Linux on it, to revisit my fascination with computers, writing, and photography (among other things).  You can also find a live webcam, which calls back to the early days when I engaged in such foolishness.  All the devices on my home network at all named after birds, so here is in all its curious glory:  Signifying nothing's Cabinet of Curiosities ( https://chickadee.signifyingnothing.us ).