notes on our inevitable doom

we
humans
are swimming
bodies floating underwater
our heads are sinking slowly
as the ocean drinks us up
we are made of plastic
that we made from
the oil and gas and stone and shale
that was made from
all the dead things
that sank and rotted
a million years ago
and we ate with glee
that which was not dead
and we built ourselves of it
as they built themselves of us
and what we threw away
now we are choking
on the poison we expel
merely as a result of our existence
we cannot avoid it
save by guilt or mercy
as the reaction proceeds
past the looming arrow on the chalk board
we hope for equilibrium
but we are doomed to expand
because that is what we do
when the sun burns
and we make ourselves of the plants
that make themselves of the sun
forgive us lord
we know not
what we
do