Two red tails spiral in the overheated sky
As they have for millennia
The clouds pink with the blood of the future
The quarterlies look good
Projections of growth project continued projections
Against the backdrop of mass extinction
Still time for pocket stuffing
And champagne yacht parties on the boiling seas
The future spent on luxury
Children begging for life
March over mounds of corpses
Grave markers in the oil fields
The river of time filled with molten money
Raining down on the profit parade
Still siphoned up from the tired ground
As hucksters sell
The fraud of fortunes
Spent before they have been earned
The future spent before it can be lived