If just when
big corporations
finally manage to
drive the people
back down into
ignorant servitude,
the biosphere collapses
from their tons of waste
in the air, land and sea
and all life goes extinct;
then is smoggy Earth
the last dying cell
in this moribund
cosmic body, or
is it only me at
eighty one?

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