Little Time Left

Justin Lindemann


Life, an enigmatic complication


Like cattle we graze, occupying ample space

filling the void that is our gluttony


Like a common flower, we pine for daylight

as we breed morbidity perniciously in our sight


Like an earthquake we appear, rattled

adapting to the devastation we manifest


Mother Earth parleying with Father Time

haphazardly stitching her will as she begins to inscribe her denouement.


Extinction, the irreversible solution