I have a poem in the April/May Asimov's.
in the wake of de-industrialization
nostalgiists wear nuts and gears
welded to protective suits
when surfacing
surfacing clubs have sprung up
beneath every continent
all they can bring back are memories
of infrastructures
and roving mechs
subterranean life
full of sameness
full of emptiness, of regret
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