Wrestle
the brain of the sapient wrestled with itself,
reason versus the cruel.
would condos break into outer space,
the Earth crack, a sweet cosmic egg?
or would people go extinct
and nature forget the nuke-boom slide?
for now, anyway, animals would wear collars
and fail to run wild.
factories meant trees would never grow,
flowers never bloom, oceans stink.
the whole globe had succumbed to gobble.
a straight-lined, fence-bound grip.
each biped tall. a consumer, a blade,
in the ubiquitous abattoir.
who needed other species, anyway,
except the purry, loyal, tasty few?
(it was either us
or the last herds of caribou)
who needed ice in the arctic circle? or even weather
when you had air conditioners?
the brain of the sapient wrestled with itself,
reason versus the cruel--
on the edge of doom.
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