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.
poems 2 die for 