Tiny eyes open
And see the distant future
Entropy sets in
Twirling and growing
The massive cradle does churn
Specks are we in it
25 dead in Palestine today.
No surprise there.
It ain’t called the “Cradle of Civilization” for nothing.
The Middle-East is in flames.
But this is only the fuse.
So far the children are only playing with sparklers.
But soon the infidels will burn.
All 6 billion of us.
Just don’t forget to get more duct tape.
The plague is due for dinner at 3.
And there’s still too much love in the world.
Just ask the imbecile shouting,
“rid the evils of homosexuality through the love of Jesus Christ.”
Amen to that.
You never know when another man might ruin your marriage,
by sneakin’ it through the wrong end.
Another bomb blazes.
The physics of fusion demonstrated yet again.
The Earth’s axis is wobbling.
5000 more species gone tomorrow,
And don’t drink the water.
Just ask the dolphins.
The oil in our veins flows freely.
And all surfaces will be covered.
Ready to flare.
And while the power grid remains intact,
we’ll all be sitting on our couches,
glued to CNN as we watch the world ignite.
The poles reverse,
As the axis slips.
The flames flicker.
And somehow I think I’ll find solace in seeing the ashes that remain.
Assuming I am one of those left.
It’s good to occasionally clear out the detritus and underbrush
the seeds to begin it all again and will rise from those ashes.
We will restart the process as every new seedling does,
Reaching as high as we can.
Trying to grab as much of the light as possible,
before the other guy does.
Seeking up and out until we get hold
of that nuclear reactor in the sky
And yanking it down upon ourselves again.