Blackout

Poetry

the beauty moguls cried when their vogue fashions

became things of the past, as nuclear waste suits

took over the landscape of the “new trend” for all.

the oil companies paid for conservation efforts

that came too little, too late, while millions

couldn’t even find clean water to drink.

the governments around the world watched

and waited and waited and waited, till doomsday

was knocking on everyone’s doors, just as expected.

the baby boomers from another war of another time

tried to look the other way as they drained the well

that was supposed to be for generations upcoming.

the children cried out of hunger, out of want, out of pain —

while the media aired it all for ratings and sponsors,

until the day all the grids went black with no return.

the earth now sits like a dormant beast, the hum

of life drawing to a whisper right before the killing blow,

but no one will be there to watch it drift off to oblivion.

Originally published at https://vocal.media.