There are miracles that only the extinct know
Armageddon will never reveal wholly its formula
Did you see it? The great white ball of light
Hurtling like the head of a slain Olympian?
Did you see it? The filthy black curtain
Snapping closed over a life-affirming sun
Indeed you did see but how would you define the terms?
Were you relieved dear one?
The chance to return home, to the womb
To be complete after existing so long a fissure?
Were your thoughts inarticulate or portent?
Perhaps you never saw it coming at all
Perhaps you died knowing everything
There’d be no way to convey such profundity
Even if you could would I understand it?
Or would I liken it to an inflated fish
That’s all well and good but it can’t possibly be true
What of the face of God did you behold it?
Would you describe it for me in 7 syllables or less
I have a very short attention span you see
So long as I’m employed in the business of survival
Objectivity would be wholly unprofessional of me
I have a grave to dig and I am ahead of schedule
One more thing before you go did you
Contribute to the demise of your species?
Was it doing or not doing that proved the most fatal?
I doubt I should alter my present course
Coincidences aside we are not the same you and I
What are the odds that I should suffer a comparable fate?
I chose this for the prompt because humans as a species seem utterly incapable of understanding how things are interconnected. No matter how glaring the warnings we continue to struggle on in ignorance.