In the end!
After humanity has caught the last fish, after they dug up all that is left, after they cut down the last tree, and drank the last drop of clean water, only then will human beings see the devastation of their activities.
Our tears will not be enough
to hydrate and grow what we
reap and sow.
Only giving and forgiving ourselves will stop this disaster that is humanity.
......
POEMS ABOUT SCIENCE
These are poems about science: computers, AI, robots, drones, advanced weapons, global warming, climate change, pollution, extinction events, deforestation, evolution, physics, chemistry, etc.
Within the CPU
by Michael R. Burch
Here the electronic rush of meaning,
......
I recall the flying doctor,
bespectacled by polished
glass-fragments of fallen stars,
who landed flat on his young tummy,
equipped with scalpels and other weapons of
native medicine.
His first-ever surgery was on a pregnant
calabash —over a fragile, stinking earth
ached constantly by a proud dancing tumour.
it has been
too long
since my
lonely
aching soul
has seen the sun
i yearn for its light
for the promise of what will be
to bring the joy it
......
Oh, foolish humanity what have you done!
You are killing my offspring one by one,
and then complain when my virus kills you.
Why should you not be done by as you do?
You've stripped my forests, mined my treasures,
squandered my resources on selfish pleasures..
You've raped my virgin soils in your wanton lust
dug deep for valued minerals in my thin crust.
......
POEMS ABOUT SCIENCE
These are poems about science: computers, AI, robots, drones, advanced weapons, global warming, climate change, pollution, extinction events, deforestation, evolution, physics, chemistry, etc.
Within the CPU
by Michael R. Burch
Here the electronic rush of meaning,
......
In the end!
After humanity has caught the last fish, after they dug up all that is left, after they cut down the last tree, and drank the last drop of clean water, only then will human beings see the devastation of their activities.
Our tears will not be enough
to hydrate and grow what we
reap and sow.
Only giving and forgiving ourselves will stop this disaster that is humanity.
......
Oh, foolish humanity what have you done!
You are killing my offspring one by one,
and then complain when my virus kills you.
Why should you not be done by as you do?
You've stripped my forests, mined my treasures,
squandered my resources on selfish pleasures..
You've raped my virgin soils in your wanton lust
dug deep for valued minerals in my thin crust.
......
I recall the flying doctor,
bespectacled by polished
glass-fragments of fallen stars,
who landed flat on his young tummy,
equipped with scalpels and other weapons of
native medicine.
His first-ever surgery was on a pregnant
calabash —over a fragile, stinking earth
ached constantly by a proud dancing tumour.
I love this planet
but sometimes feel like an alien
watching the grand finale