The Bright Side of the ApocalypseEach epoch has its cataclysm. All the dinosaurs are dead,
And all the giant mammals, too, and, now, we feel the planet
Warm. The waters rise. The desert spreads. The hurricanes
And other storms grow fiercer. Mankind's near its end.
Another global war approaches. Nuclear? We cannot know.
Our leaders, so like lizards' tails, regrow, but return ever
Smaller, infants on the grown-ups' stage, so thoughtless.
Who knows what they'll do? The button, pushed, may end
Us all, but, on the bright side, dust may help to cool
The planet. Anyway, the species has grown much too large.
Some thinning's overdue.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2019-08-13 at 01:57
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