Dear Humankind,

How far did you think we'd make it?-

stacking houses on farm land as the population swells,

buying bottled water at times for the price of gas,

flushing all care downstream in a swirling

gyre, while seabirds choke on the bottle caps.

It's inconvenient, i know.

you think in the now -but

when will now be the future,

and past the past?

Did you think we'd zip around space

on dinosaur juice?

-build condos on the moon?

-did you think we'd grow peanuts in the red shades of Mars?

-grow cantaloupes in a jar?

-take lazy vacations on a virtual space station

an rpg, beach or golf course,

entertained by the screen at the lapping poolside,

sipping oxygen from a can in sport shorts?

-go for a weightless Sunday drive,

chilling out with a friend, eating

freeze-dried cheese burgers and fries,

listening to the week's top 10, on Earth

yet again?

-take a stroll through the solar tents

where robot bees and butterflies flit 'round,

pollinating the fruit and flora we saved

from the Paradise Lost down below,

third planet up from the sun?

Did you plan to replant the amazon after its gone?

-after burning the planet's dna archives down?

-then watch your life tick away 

'neath those dread martian moons,

on a simplified space lego farm?

Did you think you'd ascend in a rapture, 

with jesus or elon musk?- or does it depend

how much you donate to the collection plate?

-or spend on a tesla model X? 

And you helped to destroy it for money and fun,

threw your chips in the endgame that's already won,

sold the ground beneath unborn feet, as if

you could cleave it apart from the stars and the sun.

Human kind,

my ass.