I.
Oh muse oh intellect aid me now
Oh projection that schemes my woes
Through I shall show the collapse
Of all we know
And care not to.
Through the depths and dust of death
Many lessons have been wrought
Only soon to be forgot
For purposes to lead away
From what has been taught
Our memories shine through genetics
But dull by indoctrination
And we find ourselves lost
Without torch or beam
In the austere fog of progress
Our forlorn hopelessness eminates
Distorted by capital and regress
In the divine humanity of the haves
Against the knots
Untangle our hearts and minds
To will to a cloud of light
Hovering over our worldly blight
II.
I swim past a stream
I bumble by a brook
They’re the last ones left
Without contamination
I’m not the only one here
A crowd has developed
An infestation of humans
Will kill these too
The fish mutate
The trees are felled
Human waste floating
To a beaver dam
A mile away
Our picnics are landfills
And our breaths are death
Our blood is radioactive
Our lives are a mess
But we live now for a reason
Committing nature’s treason
The universe is so vast
We will be gone very fast
A planet explodes
A galaxy erupts
Everything into boiling hot dust
We will mix with the vacuum
Of mysterious space
And land somewhere
Light years away
Still feeling disgrace
The seed will be planted
Once again
The cycle started anew
Everything is built for destruction
In this cosmic stew
III.
The sun has turned black
The moon is on fire
The earth stopped turning
Its not judgment day
Its humanity’s ire
Roses are ashy
Violets are brown
Rivers are pudding
Imagine mother-nature’s frown
Grass is broken glass
All trees turned to timber
Air is nicotine miasma
Tumors are fashionable
Death is preferable
Suicide is expected
And honorable
Your only job is to live miserably
And try not to procreate
Our cells mutate
Evolution in a day
The industrial revolution
Started only 250 years ago today
A smile is a frown
A frown is a smile
There’s no fresh water
for miles and miles
you laugh at the worst
and cry at the best
memories of simple days
now all just a haze
rumors circulate
of a far off mountaintop
where folks worship
the last living flower
then throw themselves
into a crag
onto a pile of
decaying corpses
