Intimations Of Finality #Poem by Jan Sand

The diabolicals of currency spices times of every era.
Nothing could be clearer than today’s consistencies which
Indicate that destinations that hold the winning hand
No longer offer open possibilities.
As this summer of my ninety fourth year senses Autumn’s creep
Towards the peculiarities of a planet’s response towards mischief’s output
Of the dominance of incredible ignorance and stupidity of my species,
I remain grateful for this fragile flash of awareness to have deceived myself
Of better expectations.

The mornings now are not illuminated by optimistic flames of what might come to be.
Huge forests that are the lungs of life throughout the world are dying in deliberate conflagration.
The spectrum is of living things from honeybees to rhinoceroses vanishing.
And the vital concerns of the monstrous idiots that control civilization
Are founded on golf courses and the illusions of fantasies in finance
And the moronic delights of nuclear munitions that offer only planetary death.

Preparations to flee to Mars are progressing nicely so that a handful of fanatics
Can be packaged to be shipped about forty million miles so that the dusty dry hell
Can execute the final dregs of our superiority in the apex of technical sophistication
When we cannot keep our roads and bridges in repair or feed millions of kids is most odd.
The humor that we can twist that planetary desert into life when we cannot
Even divert our attention from massively murdering each other on our home planet
Somehow has escaped our attention.

It seems most likely that a huge audience of extraterrestrials somewhere in our universe
Is highly amused.