Alnihayat Qariba
eons ago, on anonymous boulders, the ancients had carved the warning signs we would never see through our opaque lens of inhumanity
biota invectors polluted with dis-ease shed a
global offal elemental diet and that the rich inhale
spewing forth nature’s bowels, drooling
oil, bathing in the blood of fellow mammals
the earth melts in the crucible of greed
plastic oceans choke on fish
and the air suffocates
industrial devolution and designer babies
antisocial media
and we have mapped the genome
swimming through the stream of antisocial media
isolation bubbles engulf the nation
wash gurgle and bawl
for the unburied
there’s no turning back
saveyour breath
where’s our savior