Will we run out of things to pollute?
Still have that rampant, burning, gulping
desire to consume and destroy?
Not think about the sight of smoke rising,
filling the sky, killing once clean air.
Snatch a convenient plastic bag from Target.
Straws suck down that delicious milkshake.
Burn gas on a country drive for time to think.
Just eat all the blue from the sky.
Use the Big Dipper to scoop
it down our wide-open maw.
Scorch a sun pie and scarf it up.
Turn the moon into green cheese,
none for the mice.
Snort up the oceans.
Process voles for food.
Create tsunamis in purple majesty.
Seems that’s what we're after.
We do know how.
Originally published in Spindrift Magazine