The Last Night of the Anthropocene


On my back, eyes to sky,
sea of stars, firefly.
Bed of green, still pristine,
predawn of the Anthropocene.
A root, a nut, a berry briar;
eyes reflecting lightning fire.
Hands guided by a frontal lobe,
legs to wander 'round the globe.

Hunters armed with points of death,
megafauna out of breath.
A time to sow, a time to reap;
beasts of burden and dirt to keep.
A ship, a shop, a school, a spire;
steel and coal, oil and fire.
Metal monsters that scrape and scour;
cities, dams, a dying flower.

A rising tide, a bleached coral reef;
doubt, denial, and disbelief.
Sand falling through a neck of glass,
sins of the father of the sixth mass.
On my back, eyes to sky,
blinking lights roaring by.
A mystic dream, a world of green;
the last night of the Anthropocene.

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