The Sixth Extinction



Once upon a time, when the weary world was yawning,
an ancient being arose from the ashes of refuse,
pale and gaunt under perpetual twilight,
surrounded by shells of progress clawing at the thick haze of smog.

The thunder of science clapped in deaf ears
and blind eyes searched for what went wrong.
Reedy gasps for air greeted the shadows of life
that once spanned continents and oceans.

Only the steel bones of the destructors remained,
marking the end of the Anthropocene.
The being wept plasticine tears of denial,
as humanity teetered on revelation in generations past
and nature waited with bated breath for dawn.

It was a dark and stormy night.