Shall we think our greed is natural sensation?
These speeds swift and high, modern legend still upholds!
Spared artifice's power, spared greed's imagination,
Our fancy, bold, mighty, dead-end roads
Would be the roads still undiscovered, still not taken.
We un-selected Earthly roads, for roads that proved forsaken.
Come climate change, come social hell, come high water;
These new roads won't push our lust much farther.
Our grand schemes, civilization-centric charters,
Now bow down to Earth-life's ancient, humble alters.
2012 L.S. Heatherly
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