Is there a reason

Is there a reason

For our failure to adapt

Akin to dinosaurs

Without the longevity

The impact

Of an external

Extinction event

Or an improper

Understanding of collective

Bargaining

Do we not know

When to turn

Even a river will follow

The shallow ground

Wear down the softest earth

Cut an easier path

Around immovable obstacles

To flow,

With resourceful

Though blind, intentionality

From the spring of its birth

Unto the sea

When will we turn

From the tropic

Of dystopia

Seven billion reasons

To assuage

The folly of inaction

Bloodsucking Ticks

Feeding on the bounty

Of landfall

Tomorrow will be too late

For heroes to emerge

When the time

For turning has passed

The only element left

To transmute

Is the burning.