Them

 

They get the future we deserve.

Dissipatio H.G.

 

The end of the world? One of the pranks played by anthropocentrism is to suggest that the end of our species will bring about the death of animal and vegetal nature, the end of the earth itself. The fall of the heavens. There is no eschatology that doesn’t assume man permanence is necessary to the permanence of everything else. It’s accepted that things may have begun before us; unthinkable that they could ever end after us.

Trees will replace us on earth, eventually.

The place is a fire.

Scorched, the soil supplicates: 

"I hope one day you will let go

You can't win."

We're making this place a Fire

Every day,

is the place a Fire?
Air's so dry and still,
Trees would sound like a Thunder
if they were to fall down.

Hundreds of feathers feathering down

Hundreds of feathers feathering down.
Each leaf covering the floor

I lift

as sharpening my awareness
The branches remain beyond reach
I pile all leaves on my palms
Trees are lightening their borders
and I am possibly just wasting time.



I will bury all of them leaves
tracing a full circle on the ground.

Everyday

Everyday They Fall,
Everyday They Rise.
Their pace.
Slow to the point of Dread.

Them

One day

everything will pulse livid green

The Sea will fall vertical on us

The Desert won't be a shield any longer

And They will finally take over