In evolutionary terms,
a quantum leap is overdue
as callow human nature squirms
in murky embryonic stew.
We exited the primal cave
with harnessed energy enough
for all, then willingly grew slave
to needless manufactured stuff.
Like toddlers with flamboyant blocks
we fashion castles in the air,
then fortify our walls with locks
and selfishly refuse to share.
While streamers from our satellite
might shimmer with vermilion glow,
unlike the fabled phoenix flight,
velocity is all for show.
Unless we rise victorious
as one, the looming cosmic crash
will leave behind no more of us—
an evanescent puff of ash.
2022 Mary Boren