We immerse ourselves in the light,
gulping, even if it requires us to fight,
impelled to beg for more or to borrow  
as if there was no tomorrow;

plants and trees in the neighbourhood
know their limit,
give back more than they take in
for their meet
while watching and shedding
silently in the dark
regrets for being near us,
a paradoxical stark.

But we continue for our
wants with creativity
assisting in indulging greed, lust,
a marker of our genome's frailty,
contrasting our music, poems,
novels, literature,
and prophecies handed down
by the messengers,
ignoring rare cultural attributes that
call us to order
in our thoughts and acts, but we
chose to remain humanity's vulture.

We turned the place into an abyss,
a galactic dump site
living with species that are
contented with the entropy
likened to trite.


Taz Din
Toronto, July 21, 2025