“We are as gods and might as well get good at it.”
as Stewart Brand said, and you agreed.
O, your presumption did not account
for the delicacy of flesh and bone,
the death wish of the human soul,
even in this supposed transhuman age.
You had an impact on my future,
I’m not sure I forgive you.
There is your clear signature
in the fossil record , an observable
sudden decline
in the abundance and diversity of plant
and animal life. Perhaps we should
define your time from here.
Did it start when we traced your pulse
at the start of the Industrial Revolution?
Your carbon-dioxide pulse that underlay
what you thought was global warming.
O, your dreams to guide mankind towards global, sustainable, environmental management. How could you see
the juggernaut was unstoppable?
And as we move our minds
from this body to that,
we do not lose the terrors of being lost,
the night sweats of our own death.
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I liked this although I had to get the definition of anthropocene before I read it.
Perhaps I should put the definition at the beginning. Thank you for liking and promoting it, Cathy.
No, I don’t think you should. I should have read the poem first and worked out the meaning which is what I would do if I was reading a novel and came across an unfamiliar word. And then use the dictionary. I don’t read much poetry so I think my reading behaviour is under-developed. Anyway, I just read Your damned anthropocene again and liked it even more than the first reading. Have a great W/E.
Thank you, Cathy. It’s a new venture into the poetry of scientific speculation. Have a great W/E, too. Your comments are invaluable.