Forgetting The Consequences Of Our Ignoble Actions.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

sometimes we forget
about consequences

we advance with our own
motives
that satisfaction
that fire that seemingly is
consuming every
particle of our being

we become the firewood
the grass
the gasoline that must burn
itself

into nothingness

where is our gene
of Prometheus?

it must be missing for now


we advance as armies hungry
for a kill
and we kill anyone that we meet
after
making a war and
killing all
the enemies

then we kill even friends
as we are hungry
for the killing

for the killing's sake

we have forgotten us
and the incoming consequences of our
ignoble actions

what follows next is
unimaginable

it is a planet of fire
where words
do not exist.