Here it is

I look around...

and this is...

what I see...

as vast...

as ocean...

unsustainability...

governments...

no longer can...

nor schools...

nor cures...

nor work...

in all unsuitability...

yet...

let us all...

pretend...

it will not...

end...

in any brutal way...

though...

every single day...

more certainty...

is heaped...

and war...

stands waiting...

to unleash...

it's horror...

do humans now...

feel overwhelmed...

alone with death...

confess the fear...

unspoken of...

affecting...

all of us...

of earth itself...

and...

here it is...

our one true...

test...

is honesty...

have we...

the gall...

to look it...

in the face...

have we...

the testicles...

of faith...

to change...

our awful ways...

that we might...

all begin again...

or...

would we rather...

in our selfish...

misery...

contend it hopeless...

to commit...

to end...

our long journey...

nothing's ever easy...

yet...

in order to...

correct those things...

we must...

we must undo...

those things...

we've done...

and rather quickly...

nothing is impossible...

the opposite...

of death...

for all...

is life...

for all...

and good to...

come of history...

the choice...

seems crystal clear...

as one example...

here...

let men assume...

their lives...

by cancelling...

assembly lines...

and gadgetry...

and robot'ry...

and endlessly configuring...

why flesh...

must go away...

to be replaced...

by cold...

and soul'ess apogees...

of your brilliance...

so...

so what...

you can...

so what...

must life...

then...

end...

for your allure...

to get...

it's head out...

of it's ass...

must I speak...

LOUDER...

are you deaf...

JESUS CHRIST...

we haven't time...

for this...

we haven't time...

for this...


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2015