THE NARROW MAINSTREAM
It once draped most of a hopefully-seeded planet in shining blue
and from ocean, to river to stream it leaves now an arid sphere
as if it (a thread of lies) lived in a pocket of atmosphere growing further from reality
as the vacuum of our once world
sucks into it hopelessness -
a catastrophic and metastasizing evil where we once danced and played and sang
and now the singing has been transmogrified into screaming
as mainstream observers speak in detached prose and nuance about the obvious
and we observe the inevitable transformation of a green and blue world into a
parched desert of blood and bone, and stick and stone
except for the narrowing mainstream, now a mere rivulet,
a parody of itself,
shriveling and shrinking from what has become sulfurous and seething,
oblivious to its own evaporation.
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