Posthuman
What tis' the work of man
to leave a testament
to his grand plans,
the usurper of the throne
eternal is, man!
The after image
of a lost god left
a cold planet
our former mother,
Mother Earth.
We use and abuse toss aside
the husk of humanity
the aftermath of an arrogant divinity!
We live, love, destroy,
we feed, bleed
&
Breed?
...lay waste to everything we don’t understand
no faith in our father's fate to repeat.
From our destiny to our sin
Desolations of our history!
…in our post-human waste.
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2022
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