Catalysts
greed-stoked coal plants
piss endless monoxide
and poison the sky.
down below, we little humans
drudge and toil,
seeding the obliteration.
our gods have been revealed
as excuses to broker
our expansive urges,
while we offer our souls
to a new version of intelligence
beyond our kind.
surely our successors,
when they rise above Olympus
will see us as predictable,
as short-sighted, fated,
and mindless as bacteria--
easy to out-calculate.
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