A Moment of Musing Melancholy

Oh, Human-built world,
Earth to brick, long dead creatures to plastic,
skyscrapers from stone, bomb to bone;


You burn our forests and strangle our rivers,
Drain lakes and chop down stone mountains,

You consume in a day what the earth took a million years to make;

A long one way road - you bend
dodge, live, disregarding time,
you alone eat all, transform all,
to what end?

A fungus,
will live only as long as
there's something left
to feed it.

Jan 5 2008