Fatalistic Firework
He shot me into the darkness for
hope while my opalescent
glow deluded witnesses into
believing they may have bested
predestination, seeing my colors as
proof positive of humanity’s ability to
improve upon the natural order of things;
that awe and amazement, while ephemeral,
can motivate us to comprehend, perhaps even
advance monumental changes. Here’s the deal:
when I get going my explosive nature reacts to
the atmosphere making things worse. All I do
is accelerate global warming, kidney failure,
cancer while you ooh and ah. I hurt the
planet. I injure you. Alluring, lethal,
and bursting with karmic energy.
As I die, you expire. Our
fates nothing more
than one
doomed
intertwined
conclusion.
Copyright © Irene Hammer | Year Posted 2023
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