Mirroring
The human race, the most successful dynasty on earth.
Five-foot titans, jaws gaping,
eyes too wide to see their own reflections. Apex predators.
The first to fall were the animals
shadows with breath, their bones paved into myths.
Then the land,
bled dry to raise glass towers,
trees fell disgusted by the massacre.
The human race, the most successful.
The sea followed,
its salt now bitter with betrayal,
Its creatures now plastic swimers pray to sunken gods for mercy.
And the air
oh, the air.
Pierced by metal wings, black poison clouds stitched into the sky like mourning veils.
The human race.
What else was left? They looked at themselves.
A race cracked with greed.
A gaze hollow with hunger.
A smile sharp with the memory of conquest.
The human race, the most deprived.
They had meet their final conquest. Without care,
The human race.
The only predator that eats its own reflection..
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