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Monday, February 24, 2020
Deep Time
After 4.55 billion years, give or take 50 million,
it only took us 200 years
to bring us to the brink:
the voracious industrial maw gobbling acres
without a thought of restoration,
of what can be sustained,
or the cost to whatever future
we have left.
(Some indigenous people caution us
to step lightly, that we are walking
on the faces (and futures)
of our children.)
The future is here, now.
We inherit melting ice, wildfires,
carbon emissions, a heating planet,
warming seas.
Refugees are on the move,
fleeing famine, flood, fire,
war and terror,
seeking safety, finding none,
borders closing, as the hope withers
in their hearts.
In the eyes of the suffering children
we see reflected
the world that we have made.
We have 100 seconds
- one minute forty seconds -
before climate catastrophe
is everywhere.
The leaders are not listening.
Dollar signs blind them
to a truth few want to hear.
Willful ignorance enables them
to fill the pockets of the few,
while the masses suffer.
Deep time is revealing its finite horizon.
The 6th mass extinction is upon us.
Some of us recognize
that this extinction
includes us.
It's a hundred seconds to midnight.
It was two and a half minutes two years ago -
anyone getting nervous yet?
for Brendan at earthweal : A Clockwork Green
There's such a sense of urgency here, Sherry. We are in danger of blowing it all. I feel your pain.
ReplyDeleteActually the sixth extinction is about us all... unless we are lucky enough to die before nature kills us.
ReplyDeleteOh, yes, I am very nervous ... "the voracious industrial maw gobbling acres" until there is no more ... May we live fully and write until the end.
ReplyDeleteFor clock-lubbers like we humans are, it is exceedingly strange that the message that we're out of time has no little resonance. Fine weaving here of time out of balance and how little time we latecomers have before upending the whole apple cart. The indigenous reminder that what we do today steps or dances on the heads of our children is crucial. Well done, Sherry -- Brendan
ReplyDeleteYou make us feel time breathing down our necks here, Sherry, and a very uncomfortable, and too-real, feeling it is. I hear the phrase 'wake up call' all the time, but everyone still seems to be sleeping.
ReplyDeleteSomeone yesterday gave me hope. She says this IS the shift in conscious I have been awaiting. The old systems are not working any more. The turmoil is our floundering to find new systems by which to live. But we have the science and technology. We just need to insist governments change. Or fire them.
ReplyDeleteYour poem is such truth about our suicidal, irrational and insane tendencies of self destruction. Humanity is insane. Those of us who acknowledge what's happening, feel helpless - at least I do.
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