6th extinction

by Sigma

I

60% 

a million years

that’s all it takes

to be considered 

extinction rate

II

It’s a painful

chain effect,

in many webs

everything we had

everything we did

buried in dust

what’s left of Ozymandias?

III

I sink into guilt.

6 grams of plastic

invade my stomach

unwelcome sustenance.

I’m reminded

of a minke whale,

a pelican,

a sea turtle;

bellies sliced open

DVD cases of Lethal Weapon

netting

fishing lines

cigarette butts

spilling out

plastic unending

IV

as guns blast above,

so airguns blast below,

cetaceans stranding

escaping the blows

exhale agonizing bellows

bombs bursting in air

bullets ripping into children

collective exit wounds

oppressor cannibals unbidden

biting our breast

consuming our own flesh 

praying to the angel of death.

V

assuming possession 

is purview 

in God’s Given Grace

the dominionist

will not see the evil 

he speaks 

from his place

he’ll turn face

ever forward

declaring “verily, 

this 

is the divine plan

nothing can be done

by the hands of man.”

VI

Woe to beady eyes

beholding apocalypse,

determining

the collective sums of death.

a life in chains

selling every last breath,

preaching from 7 mountains

their big golden success.

Prophesying, building

from their dark imagination

our every problem solved

swearing fealty to a Dragon.