The horizon draws close
with frightening haste
to suffocate us with the weight
of our self-destructive legacy
Ghastly, the song of the panicking sirens
deafeningly proclaims
the terminal stage
of ecological catastrophe
Bound to this earth, this moribund soil
these feculent cities, these stagnating oceans
conquered and lost, conquered and lost
a volatile species, inexorably
destined to perish in flames
seeking to harness forces we can’t comprehend.
The arc of the universe bends
towards our eradication.
Dust is rising from the fallow fields
As verdancy gives way to morbidity
One stifled breath coughs out a wasted prayer
The next, a curse upon our past complacency
Hope is draining from the sallow faces
As divinity remains silent and unseen
A final appeal, A final betrayal
Humanity’s fate is sealed
“Do not go gentle into that good night”
Yet with no answer betoken
We contemplate nihility
Digging the graves for the starving and choking
Resigned to the knowledge
the bindings shall remain forever unbroken
Yet far beyond the dreadful horizon
the vessel of our salvation has woken