If we cut all the forests down.
Burned all the meadows.
If we remove the faces
of mountains,
and put the breath
of our machines in the air.
If we empty the seas of fish,
mine the coral
and melt the sapphires in the ice.
We will have
the best horror movie
of the season.
The best adventure book
of the year.
Something to cry over,
hide under our pillows,
flock to our altars
and say enough, enough.
I want my wits back
that you scared away.
My hope,
which fell down a well.
A need
for something cheery
on the screen,
funny on the page.
It was only a film,
only a story.
The unnamed asteroid,
big as a moon,
with out names on it,
coming undetected
on a sunny afternoon.
Fiction,
pure fiction,
thank God
it’s fiction!