AE Reiff: "Global Cure"

To launch a bomb with one hand clap

I strike this meat hook to the cellar floor.

Insecticides in cans are going up

As farmers here below must shoot their stock,

and bees turn mean to leave the ants behind.

A first cure asks decay to make new art,

bug virus or a tree off landfill trash.

Billions of cars must southward go,

but computer parts  are slow,

now there’s polluting on the moon

this tragic species dies too soon.

For a second cure we seek another buyer.

Tree rings burned from the years fire

 make earth imperfect

as heavenly metal in hell,

or hot gas Venus-Jupiter,

but not enough on Mars,

and Pluto’s worse.

It brings down the galaxy’s net worth.

Failing that the human gene will have to stop it,

Simple nature no longer profits,

we release a cure for all our wit,

flip the poles and make a sudden leap,

which makes the ages fall asleep.

The natural law is just, it just

takes long to rule the human meek.