judgement – poems 2 die for

UNDER LIBRA

balance
temperance
transcendence

I check my calendar
assiduously
wondering when they
might
reappear

(if
they ever
did appear)

so much bad substance
dark matter festering
this many a day

coming to the surface
bursting every
tectonic
plate

hot slick sludge volcano
whose pyroclastic flow
covering in
magma
whole wealth of detail

that it
is turning out to be
this change
of epoch morning

whilst I spin my roladex top database
like an insane creature trapped
in the winking
headlights of extinction

searching for a theoretician
(any still standing
though
tossed
aside)

can explain
this shit to me

balance transcendence temperance

I hold off
on judgement

(sum
of all my fears)

FAR FROM IT

far from it,
we did not
get rid
of them

as vicious and
insufferable
as they had become

we just let them
fade into nothing
embrace
non-being

going nowhere
we simply allowed them
to reach
that destination

perhaps ushering them
a little
but it was for
their own good

genocide?
no that is their
much contested term
and yet
habitual practice

such actions
lie beyond us
this word
not in
our vocabulary

but see
look here

admire
what we have done with
the planet
how we have integrated
everything, biological
and technological
organic
and machine

everything flourishing,
renewable and recyclable

this
our mandate terrestrial
and cosmic
in equal aesthetic and
intellectual measure

ours
is the new spirituality
to take
across the galaxy

theirs a
contempt for themselves,
the sacredness of being
and life
of every living thing