Some extinctions are sweet!
See the Poetry Journal, these mute and dumb
bundles of dead trees and toxic lead;
Or the obese Symphony Orchestra, the me’s
much-will-have-more, limited only
by the slow speed of living sound;
And ah yes, the Church and the Pope, this hocus
pocus of a thousand years of damnation and sin
that even a Swiss Guard and gowns of
Disney white cannot hide.
I say, good riddance to them all. This is how the Earth
heals, as the mistakes we make in good faith become
the happy food of worms.