As society bares its teeth at the mirror,
As cowards plot war in boardrooms,
As the pious founder in lust
And the meek labor without rest,
The Earth turns, unaware,
Rotating, floating, adrift
From the matters of man.
The scoured forests are just blemishes,
The sulphur dioxide drifting motes.
The polar icecap is a melting cube
In God’s eternal cocktail.
This world will sniff and sigh,
Then gather a deep breath,
Before scattering Man.
--Robert L. Penick