It isn’t like they didn’t try to tell us
with charts and graphs
and documentary footage
of the ice cap melt and whales rotting
homeless on receding sand.
We had more than an inkling
of the story arc,
but we were hooked
on one-click shopping
and we didn’t want to share
our fresh tomatoes with the slugs.
Besides, what point the sacrifice
of one-use plastic bottles and our Jumbo-trons
with China burning coal to keep its billions calm
and Brazilians scything down the Amazon forest?
We figured scientific geniuses would innovate
new ways to cool the planet off
and suck the poison gasses from our air
before more CEO’s lost beachfront homes,
so we trusted those who told us
everything was fine and we should go
about our business like we always had
for hadn’t we taught cars to drive
and Roomba’s to remove the crumbs from floors?
Had we not shot men into space
and could we not ping vaycay photos
from our mobile phones?
Impossible to make us ponder
life with less as more,
erasing what we’d earned
through brain power and force,
our kissing cousin kinship with Divine.
Who would dare deny our claim
as masters of the universe –
our progress so evolved
in such short time?
The Universal Master sighed
and dialed up the heat.