For some insignificant seconds

Our species’ stranglehold on the planet has eased.

Abundance has ceased being manifested.

Dreams are done.

Planes and ships not built fast enough, have stopped carrying

the deserving multitudes shoulder to

arse, head to crotch non-stop

To find their get-out-of-my-fucking-way bliss.

Others waver, still not convinced, want to feel

The flame, push others over the cliff for a view, to hell

With the curve let’s ride the wave to flatten the front-

Line, obliterate the old, pitch the poor.

It’s so simple for crowds

To disappear, silence to settle, to die, but

Be the last goddammit to die beautiful.