Tuesday, July 22, 2025

Becoming Gray

I'm impoverished, begging for the day's daily bread
My flesh will die, losing my mind, fear as my starvation
Our planet Earth is a vast, a vital green blue world
Yet, we find ways to poison it, drain it until we're dead
Our single species is one among billions in purgation
I wish you all good night, we'll soon no longer dream
Knowing that, we'll not sleep nor even know more
Flesh loses function in decay, skin turns gray
Can't breathe, coughing up blood and bile
Death walks the earth, compiles a list
A man could walk many miles but still
We've nothing that proves we exist
We've no proof of concept or being
None, no elder, no adult, no child
Our extinction is banality in loss
Like every other species lost
No one will live any longer
Without knowing the cost