Poem by Robert L. Penick

Coda

 

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