A year ago, my brother said we’re toast,
and he’s not known to speak philosophy.
We harbor on the west, but either coast
reveals we’ve sunk to special paucity:
our politics deplorable; our sense
of fair perverted by our processed foods
and rampant memes; defiant ignorance;
mad impulses and psychopathic moods.
The climate’s altered past the critical.
Fertility is failing, and the mind
of most won’t focus. There’s a few who mull
but many don’t love logic and can’t find
an avenue for conscientious thought,
while all metabolize the ills we’ve wrought.