So the Earth turned it’s face

away from the Sun

and surveyed the cold Future

that was to come,

Stars, rocks and ice

floating in Space,

no radio chatter

just Silence in place.


What if Life is a fluke,

that happened but once,

Earth’s creatures alone

with aware Sentience,

the Eyes that the Universe

looks at Itself,

how privileged to possess

this prize of Great Wealth.


Poor Simians standing

on the brink of awareness,

as we advance and destroy

everything that’s around us

Our cunning, our language,

the opposable thumb,

from these simple tricks,

we’re what we’ve become.


But our “Success” alas

has gone to our head,

we’ve lost the ability to control

our appetites, instead,

we ravage and rape

and consume without end

the World Web of Life

on which we depend.


Perhaps some Virus yet

may even out the score,

give the earth a chance

to recover before

it’s all too late and we

shove everything into our greedy maws,

until there’s nothing left

and we

consume ourselves, of course.




The Reverend Hellfire is a practised Performance Poet

and general all around nuisance.

He’s no worse than you are, baby.


~ by reverendhellfire on June 2, 2019.

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