A Green Clock
A green clock winding down
From a roar to a murmur,
A shout to a whisper,
A green globe to a barren rock.
The last party on deck –
Laughter as the waves lap around
Morsels are swallowed,
And the last leaves fall.
One last winter with no spring
As seas stagnate
Air clogs with smoke
And land settles to brown.
Still we pretend everything is fine.
Concrete and plastic
Replace green leaf and fur,
And
Gradually
Piece
By
Piece
A billion years is undone.
Opher 1.11.2016
A Green Clock
In two hundred years the planet has changed dramatically. In my lifetime I have witnessed the changes.
The herds and flocks, the forests and shoals, are withering before a relentless onslaught. All the numbers are diminishing.
Stuck inside their rooms on their games, interacting through cyberspace, nobody notices or cares.
A billion years of wondrous chance creating splendour and breath-taking beauty is being dismantled in front of our eyes.
8 Billion people consume what took a billion years to create.
