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WHAT'S IT GONNA MATTER AFTER?

What's it gonna matter
When…
a child looks to the heavens
and asks
what a star is...

when…
water mammals lie beached…
bodies acid-emblazoned lumps
on bleached sands...

when…
burnt-leaved
fields stare back
at tired farmers who seeded them...

when…
pop-eyed children
plea for the mercy
of a death too slow in coming...

when…
the last humans
burrow molelike
beneath the earth's sun-bleached surface
escaping death rays jettisoned
from the fire-ball their
ancestors
once worshipped as a god...

when…
bones now ashes lie
on stretches of hot,
white dirt…
like little
mile-markers to hell...

When…
the last survivor;
a lone cockroach;
sparks, crackles and fizzles… 
into a pile of ashes
no wind will ever scatter...

What's it gonna matter
What…
religion,
sex
or color
a human is...
there aren't any.

What's it gonna matter
What…
money is,
vinyl siding is
what…
a CD player or a VCR is...

What's it gonna matter
That… 
the market was a bull three years in a row
that…
polyfoam is cheaper than paper
that…
tuna sells better
than salmon.

That…
the first man on the moon
was an American...

that…
the first house on the moon
was built there by the Japanese
in 2025...

What's it gonna matter
When…
there's nothing
but a stretch
of searing,
sun-bleached dirt
lying lifeless 
on a brown dwarf
once called Planet Earth...

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