TRAGIC Poem: What on Earth are we doing?, by James Armstrong

Your body etherized becomes
planet
compliant celestial natural
resource
abundant with fields of terminator seed
dreams
enriched with all the forever plastic plastic can
buy
fortified head to heel with drivable online able
sprawl
fulfilled with residue of faster food and mood
fixers
quenched from banks overflowing with glacier
thaw
illuminated by billions of headlamps fueling bull
markets
elated AI declares man wins man versus nature
war
gratified robot labor can drone bombs and deliver
babies
rejuvenated from cosmetics extracted from carboned
reefs.
Alarm beeps and sirens evaporate the anesthetic
buzz
consciousness shoots up, cells cold sweat subdued
regret
pain invades lethargic arteries and soberly
bones
make a stand and emit a deforested shadow’s
plea
for what on earth she has not in stores for us up
roots
the weeds of greed and vines of me so we
see
selfless creeks, tend genuine community gardens
then
kiss to death the brute nature that manufactured
this us.

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