This one came to me during a colonoscopy.
Masters…nevermore
We sail Her seven seas
and seed Her arid clouds.
We mimic birds in flight
and luminesce Her moonless night.
Deaf we’ve grown
to Mother Nature’s constant warnings
in anticipation of the mornings
when the masters cause disasters
and the sun shines all for naught.
Then we’re masters…nevermore.
We split innocuous atoms
and litter space and time.
We juggle strings of nucleotides
and dope Her sands with arsenides.
Blind we’ve grown
to Mother Nature’s constant signs
in anticipation of the times
when the masters cause disasters
and the sun shines all for naught.
Then we’re masters…nevermore.
We feed the gears of industry
and in Her lap belch filthy wastes.
We drill her body and pump her riches
and squeal in pleasure like sleazy bitches.
Insensitive we’ve grown
to Mother Nature’s constant strictures
in anticipation of the pictures
when the masters cause disasters
and the sun shines all for naught.
Then we’re masters…nevermore.
Her cancer now metastasized
just as we have realized
our right to metabolize
has vanquished and vaporized.
Now we’re masters…nevermore.
