Human Nature

When will it end? Not if, but when. The how is not so hard to predict. We'll simply find a techno-marvelous way To do ourselves in, or Maybe we'll fry ‘neath a much too-hot sky (How long did we deny?) Maybe we'll poison the rivers, the trees, the air Till there's nothing left but sand. Or maybe we'll just atomize ourselves in one mad flash of Self-righteous indignity. Whatever or whenever We, fools that we are Will eventually pawn This beautiful jewel of a planet Entrusted to our keeping. What will happen then When the Earth is a cold desolate rock Spinning in the infinity of space? Nothing. The universe will go on just as before. Galaxies will swirl and collide. Suns will die. New stars will be born. But ‘neath the light of a lonely moon No longer will there be A single human being To behold the splendor of it all. ~ Laurence Overmire (Previously published in No Alibi Press, Feb.2002)