poem, poetry, garden of eden, Neil de Grasse Tyson

EMPTY

Eden is empty

frozen over
or overgrown

no one comes
to clean up, ckear weeds,
pick up the garbage

here we
must consult with
the biologists, philosophers,
theologians
have coffee or a beer
with Neil deGrasse Tyson

to puzzle through the impact
of our human departure
on this now, to all
intents and purposes,
alien world

and whether, riff on
flower unseen meme,
the colours, the odours,
the sounds
very tactile feel of
the place
might exist
in our absence

forever persist
in their wondrous,
fabulous intensity

or has it
all just freeze-framed
forever capturing
the tragedy of
our great catastrophic moment

that coming to a consciousness
so acute we
no longer have hope
of the real.