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