by WK Lawrence

It’s taken ten thousand years
Of conspiring civilization
Just to reach a stable population
And now in less than a hundred
We’ve fast forwarded another ten thousand
Into a futuristic cyber-droning reptilian world
Of cars, television, and gadgets in our ears
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Changing the chemistry of the air,
An atmosphere that took tens of millions of years
To settle from the dust of volcanoes
And meteor showers from the heavens above,
Before the continents were divided,
When we were still one,
When ten thousand waves crashed upon
One round shoreline.
Now there are too many coasts
And six billion waves
Crashing down,
Pulling from the land—