Seeing the End,

the shunned poet
paces his room alone
since no one can bear
the weight of his message
from the work of science
having solved the mystery
of ever-worsening
storms and floods,
droughts and wildfires
on this toxic waste dump
still known as planet Earth,
its economic history
of seven billion
desperately clever
but instinct driven
predators assuming
their economic rape
must go on forever.
stopping to rest,
wonders if he should
close that link
and let it go
to merely watch
a global biosphere
of raging weather
deluge and drown,
dry up, burn,
and blow away
its human stink

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