We may not know what it is,
But we’ll notice when the lights go out.
When asked about tomorrow’s world
I usually respond that extinction is a possibility.
“Evolution” is “change”,
Earth and all that occupy it are not exempted
We follow with the knowledge
That the limits are markers
Laid down at the edge of our imagination.
We rule as the greatest of omnivores,
Insisting that the deck chairs are ours,
Unaware of their frailty.
You and I make no soap or guns,
But we will use them.
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