A disaster is coming our way,
but what
form
will
it
take when we see it twirling toward us?
Will we see burning landscapes and rising seas,
with dying plants
and animals on
a planet far
too hot,
though we could have prevented it long, long ago?
Or will we be cooked in a nuclear mushroom,
with millions incinerated,
the truly lucky ones,
and the rest will
have to wait
and slowly
die with large, hungry holes in their stomachs?
Or will our death bring a new birth, and in between
the end and a new beginning,
a truly monstrous time
of painful change
that’s needed
to weed out the greedy and cultivate our garden?
Infinite Ocean 