we all know that earth
has numerous parasites
but deny we’re one
global warming
desantis and others…
so
remember when
politicos
said
there’s no climate change
and
the waters weren’t gonna rise
along
the coast
well
try telling that
to
the critters
outside
your door
weapons of mass destruction…
few will understand
that there are doomsday machines
systematically
for centuries destroying
and consuming the planet
the soulless machines called man
soul’s solitary confinement…
rusted prayers
like
night smoke rings
leave the lips
as
an offering
to
the void
of
hope
prayers
in
a voice
as dry
as
the barren fields
where
dreams
were planted
were that
the bed’s pillow
were
the land
it would yield
a bountiful crop
and then
there would be
no
lonely nights
refurbished…
the skies
have closed up
we’re
unable to breathe
what was life
now
seems like death
a child’s birth
into
this world
of
chaos
is not a glimmer
of
hope
but
a reason
for
regret
for
as many have asked
what
have
we condemned
this
child to
how
could we
be
so thoughtless
but
those same thoughts
were
our fathers’
and
mothers’
so
we share
a guilt
with
all those
who came
before
biotic crisis…
the moon
has
blood rings
coyotes
prowl city streets
darkness
conceals light
all our old dreams
have
vanished
nothing like this could happen
that’s
what they
promised
us all
promised
but
not prevented
the culling…
another
world meeting
but
this one’s
a closed door session
in
a secluded corner
of
the world
the topic
limits to growth
regression models
filled the screens
the conclusion
there’s
an absolute need
to
facilitate
survival of the species
so
it’s agreed
populations
must be
pared down
to
reduce
humans’ ecological footprint
each nation
signs
the plan
misinformation
wrapped in the flag
of
individualism
will be
the tool
thus nations
with
the most doubters
of
science
would be the ones
to
sacrifice the most
for
survival
of
the planet
and
the welfare
of
those who
could
think
critically
for
they
would be needed
to
resolve
the world’s
future problems
once we were…
the small space
between
his nightmares
and
his reality
has grown smaller
he no longer
stares out
his window
searching for
empty promises
to be fulfilled
nor
does he pray
anymore
he has grown
to realize
that whatever god
there may be
his lot in life
is not
a priority
for that god
or
any god
so why would he
expect
that his fellow man
would give a damn
to them
he’s
a homeless bum
not worthy
of
their consideration
for anything
just scrap paper
to be
swept away
before
morning rush-hour
but once
his hands
cleared the land
that fed them
then
they called him
an essential worker
till the land dried up
and
nothing could grow
the bank took his land
outstanding loans
the land still stands naked
hometown
a ghost town
and
he
a ghost
of
society
hang around this shanty…
not that
i
have a choice
but
i’ve decided
to
hang around
this
warming planet
for
a few more years
god willing
as
they say
to
whom
or
whatever
controls
the duration
of
our
participation
in
futility
there are
certainly
numerous
candidates
who have
self-appointed
representatives
ready
and
willing
to
accept
donations
in
their name
for
extending
our
planetary terms
all
of them
are
well dressed
with
email accounts
as well as
swiss
bank accounts
in
any case
i’ve
just opened
a
new bottle
of
wine
while
listening
to
jonathan edwards
so shall now
attempt
to
do
a little meditating
cheers
the surest path…
Read Between the Minds 