I’m sick of saying it. Tired of hearing it.
A potent word, meaning never before. (Never.)
Yet it has failed. Rendered weak
And unable to pierce the walls of denial
As high as the towers of pyrocumulus smoke
Tearing across the Tasman.
Walls that turn day to night,
Obscuring the truth people refuse to see, cannot face, even now.
That life on Earth is collapsing,
Being devoured by the invisible monster of our own making.
We flush our human arrogance into the atmosphere that shields us,
Gives us breath.
And it rains down upon us
And we will perish,
Like the animals and plants before us.