You!

You!

Tower of smart dirt,
intelligent water, 
column of excited minerals
drawn up into a storm
of atoms chattering of prophecy
and the pure light
hidden in crevices:

all you want to talk about
is money and power
and the end of the world?
Get serious.

This world is not going to end.
Our species may shuffle off at some point,
perhaps soon; other species will fall with us,
there will be suffering, it’s all a big mess,

but your atoms are going to keep talking
and in a thousand years
come upon better truth
than you ever conceived…
or the same truth you won’t acknowledge now:

we’re an extension of
the pure thought of stones,
as ruled by infinite gods as they are.
Nothing’s going to stop them
from thinking, no matter how hard
we deny.

You!
Get serious.
Ease suffering, redistribute wealth,
play fair, establish guidelines,
make this a comfortable grave indeed,

but do it because it is the call of joy
to do this,
not because you will create
anything lasting
by doing so.