All the horrors that one pulling breath may know in this life.
Such cataclysm. Such destruction. Such callous disregard.
A fair future is fairly uncertain.
As blind arcade of pillars
of stratified civilization
collapse of their own weight
best-of-life glory unfolds in the days we see.
The arc of woman
towards a fullness
like this planet has never seen.
Pull a breath.
Watch the horrors roll out with low tide.
Touch the scars in the wet sand.