Apocalypse Now

There was a time when things seemed relatively normal

and we could ignore the accumulation of pollutants in 

our environment (whether social, cultural, or material) which

at its core is a spiritual sickness belching a metaphysical fog.

It was like the gum we were chewing was losing its flavor

until we choked on it, turning blue and gasping for air, looking

for someone to wrap their arms around us and squeeze

but there was no one to be found in the thick haze of indifference.

So we died but kept on living nonetheless with new hungers.

The pollution was our sustenance but what it sustained

was hardly human and we continue on in our fear and alarm

at the sight of others who are not like us, or so we imagine.

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