I stare into the fire. I'm not gravely troubled. It's
Safe to say I'm resigned. The world, that part which
We humans inhabit, grows hotter and sicker. So much
Which we spun-away acolytes of what was once,
But now isn't, the Versailles death dance labelled
"Enlightenment" dies in our arms. Everyone who
Isn't white is reviled. Ideas which deviate from
Christian dogma are outlawed, and, look, there's
A fine bed of coals, like my own, onto which you'll
Be cast if you go on subverting said dogmas,
Or saying that all of this money directed to warding
Off chimeras ought to be used to feed immigrants'
Kids. What you're to do is go buy a new pickup,
And more guns, and fuel, and anything else which
Will hasten our efforts to imitate hell here on our
Planet. The fire I'm watching is one we've all kindled.
No doubt, it will kill us. That's fine. At this juncture,
I must say that I am resigned.