No doubt the earth will stay alive,
but one wonders whether we will survive
all the punishment we have caused
our home, which hangs on with open claws.
The oceans deal with all the plastic;
land deals with all that which is caustic.
The air wheezes so asthmatic.
The animal’s survival is problematic.
Everything still looks so good;
we are lulled into a good mood,
but appearances are ever so deceptive
and political reality is unreceptive
to anything that tells it like it is —
the truth which is perceived as the abyss
and so obfuscation is de rigor
until we, as a species, are no more.
Just this morning, I read a post about plastics in the Great Lakes. Soon they will weigh more than all the fish. Microplastics are getting into drinking water…and beer.