Heath Brougher writes

Living Biomass 

Pine needles brush up against;

we seek the wisdom

of the knowing inner-cell;

inner-gene; oldfangled pine forest

leaves us unseen by modern technology;

certain codes still unbroken;—nature hides more than we will

ever know; we are

but a brief species;

too pesky and manipulative

for the Earth to tolerate;—

soon the Earth will gobble us up;

wash us away;—

endless saltine showers;

underwater lungs,

so craving the goodness of air,

will finally give in and bloat out; fill

with water, permanently drown;—the Earth

will shake us off as we simultaneously

poison ourselves; likely long before

discovering that great eternal Truth

hidden there within the gene; the cell; the history

of the beautiful Universal knowing glimmer

before our eyes after seeing inside that cell;—the plethora

of the information of the Universe; we'll not know this

as we sit for our last supper eating

radiated squirrels at a charred picnic table

among the fallout.

 

 Collapse of Industrial Civilization -- Markus Vesper