Our Layer in the Rocks
For some strange reason we always think that things will go on the way they are; against all the odds. Things always change.
We get caught out every time. The unexpected always knocks us for six.
We seem to think we can do what we like with impunity and there will be no repercussions. That is madness. There are repercussions to everything.
As we go around trashing the planet for fun or greed we assume that we will be able to carry one forever. Who needs the plants and bees? Who needs the wilderness? So what is there are no chimpanzees?
Yet we are part of the web.
We are busy laying down the foundations of our own demise. As with all the other fossils we will end up as a layer in the rocks. How thick and how important will be determined by what we do in the near future.
If we are intelligent we will look after our life-support system.
This poem is a little pessimistic but I wrote it in hopes that we will wake up and deal with the mess we are creating before the mess deals with us. I don’t want to be in that layer just yet and I’d like it to be much thicker.
Our Layer in the Rocks
I like our layer in the rocks
With all my kith and kin.
I’d have liked to see it thicker
But we chose to make it thin.
It resembles a museum
Of all we could achieve.
But no sooner had we started
Than it was time for us to leave.
Opher 18.5.2016
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Yeah, pretty thin layer. Sometimes I wonder if in several million years there might be some life form that explores our layer, and starts extracting something from it like we get oil from old old cells from old old seas.
I wonder what they might extract, Mary? Radioactive substances perhaps?
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Here’s to the future.