in darkness

by now
i know you do not want to make a living
being beautiful
beauracracy equals lies
opportunity equals oppression
and we never had much time
to begin with
it is january
i incubate my ashes
on schedule
planning for that dark day
when the horror is just beginning
the conflagrations will eventually burn out
even the rivers on fire
will die
but death is not the problem
afterwards
survivors
in the floods
the black air
and the rains that will not nurture
crops
will burn us
the way ahead is already written
known in dreams
fit to our size
the end of our world
ends in darkness beyond
the walls of the poor
i know you don't want to be beautiful
for a living
just something more than a temporary eclipse
a stray gamma ray photon
a dna molecule run amok
or a tourist who has finally run out of luck