I
We take million year old plants
From deep underground
And burn them for 150 years
Pumping plumes of those ancient forests
Into the atmosphere
Heating the planet to unlivable levels
We call this economic growth
Flirting with extinction for ever more ponzi profit
II
The sun mocks our folly
Turning up the heat
In the fossilized sky
Petrohucksters fan the flames of hell on earth
In the relentless unending horror
Of greed and indifference
Burning the ground left above the flood waters
The flood God said he would never send again
As if God could speak through his lizard lips
From the pulpit of divine projection in the psychotic
Limbic temple snuck into our brains by evolution
The priests of fear passing the hat
For the collection they will spend
Speeding up nature’s way of
Cleansing parasites like a flea infestation
Gaia now the scratching dog
Looking unconcerned at the sky
Turned burnt orange
As she digs out the offenders burrowed
Deep in her ancient skin
She’s seen these critters before
And it always ends the same
As she shakes her skin violently
Propelling bodies into the singed and smoky air
III
Oblivion is now a destination on the map
We drive on anesthetized
As the radio plays loud music
And the buildings melt into the asphalt
The future screams out
From the grave dug by our indifference
IV
She waits at the signal
Fixing her hair, adjusting the AC
Her 4,000 pound black and chrome juggernaut
For her plastic bag of groceries
Maneuvering her mountain of menace
Off the end of the earth
Floors it when the light changes
Racing about town like there’s
No Tomorrow
Complaining about the price of gasoline
On the phone with her stylist
And why is the weather, so hot?
V
Still locked in the fever dream
That technology will save us
From technology
(It’s been heating and cooling for millions of years
So why worry?)
The solution is just around the corner
But the corner keeps moving towards the
Edge of the abyss brimming with despair
So what to do?
Nothing that would change course too quickly
As we kabuki theater ourselves into act four
Acts one through three almost killing us
A Greek chorus sings ragas of rage
The soundtrack for the final act
Now sold out sold down the river
God, the genie of the future
Breaks out of the gas tank
Fuming over the breakdown
The mass failure of his proudest product
As he recalls the latest issue of simians
For major product modifications
New release date unannounced