In life held abstraction
Be corporeal existence,
Of evolutionary progress
In our accomplishments
Losing to physical presence,
When point volte-face
Be the visual circumstance,
Finds coalescence cast
In gradual fade advance,
Of body’s transient existence!
In predictable peril
Be now my world,
Made fatally ill
By apathetic ogres
Who covet excess,
To feed their power,
For want of posses,
Thus be man’s state
In a world gone to hell,
Yet ignores its fate
And chooses not tell,
We’re destined endure
A moribund dwell,
Tho once vibrant world
Now exists in unsure,
As man deaf and demur
Tends cause damage afar,
While ecological cure
Be word fix he holds thin,
Save its echo he knows
Whirls in ne’er ending spin!
Poetry on a Canapé 