Saving no-one, Fixing nothing
We set out to save -
… atleast something, someone,
to fix it, mend it, solve the irk.
Afterall, it is a broken world
even though,
with our meddlesome fingers and minds,
it’s us that broke it.
Else,
sheer Time would have its organic way
nicely sustaining, repairing, recycling
and repeating itself;
to create, mutate regenerate.
We
manage to poison, pollute,
endlessly warp and contaminate:
even the clever solutions we invent
have lethal half-lives
and millennial after-effects
nightmares couldn’t imagine.
Ah, but
- being Nature’s unnatural thanatologists
we reckon we have the right and rite
to ultimately lay to rest
and fix any fix - that fixed a fix
with untoward consequences,
in perpetuity.
That we
can always find a way out or round,
can flip the coin and kid ourselves
conveniently forgetting
it proves, in every instance, short term;
myopically perceived, assessed;
not just that we don’t listen, don’t learn,
but are prone to rationalise, justify….
….and can be bought;
perpetuating death sentences
down the generations.
Not being “good ancestors” indeed.