Sonnet: Through the Abyssing Glass. A poem on our continued denial of the reality that we've been reduced to associates of the Mob in our ecological doings.

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Sonnet: Through the Abyssing Glass

by John Kendall Hawkins

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I can't speak for the animals we named,

who watch as homo erectus slaughters

each other, murders the world unashamed --

species falling by the day; sons, daughters

brought into a world at the end of time,

a space without a future, completing

the selfishness of our species, no rhyme,

no reason left for genic competing.

It's like we're mafiosi wise guys -- whack! --

down goes a forest, species, DNA.

"No one sees nothin', nobody talks smack --"

Broadcast that and then go the f*ck away.

And we live by a Dark Ages motto:

It is what it is. Cruise control, auto.

(Article changed on Mar 18, 2021 at 2:21 AM EDT)

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Authors Bio:

John Kendall Hawkins is an American ex-pat freelance journalist and poet currently residing in Oceania.