GAIA’S ARTHRITIS
Earth has passed the stage of adolescence,
No longer like new blooms or sprouting stems:
We have raped her virgin ecosystems,
Her beauty into middle age descends.
She now realizes her life will end,
killing the creatures that inhabit her;
But pities not her great inhibitor,
To us, our just apocalypse she’ll send.
Fear not, thou blackest sheep of nature’s womb!
Prophecies of Aztecs are not at hand;
This planet has but recently matured
And if she is sufficiently nurtured,
Eons she will live – eons more than planned,
We can prolong her selfish wish for doom.
