Paradox 11

A year or so ago
I reached a new level
of philosophical consternation
when the dreadful, hideous truth
finally occurred to me
after many long years
of tortured contemplation:
our self-endangered planet
is actually a cancer cell
within the cosmic body
suppurating in polluted decline
while fighting to decide
whether or not to be
malignant or benign.

for as long as
we draw breath
most of us plan
for a happy life
and peaceful death,
good and yet sad
for every one of us
because too much
of our good thing
turns it all bad
when 7 billion plus
on this shrinking
planet Earth
blunder into
Rachel Carson's
silent spring.

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