Mainlining Extinction (redux)

An overheated tragedy unspooling
in a slow motion, so obscene—
so perverse—in its deathly insistence,
and the players moving about
as if in a deep pool of molasses.
What gives? Why this suicidal main-
lining extinction by heat, drought,
famine, forced migration, acidification & flood?

(while the planet’s little wars start joining hands)

Who’s at the wheel of this floundering mammoth?
Who cares?

Hello! Is this on?
Hello!

What I’m Reading:

When I despair or doubt, I tell myself that I am an artist. That is both highfalutin and modest: it gains me nothing. It promises nothing. But it puts me back inside me, where art occurs, and nothing is quantifiable. 

— Elizabeth McCracken / A Long Game: Notes on Writing Fiction