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Buckle Up

                                                                         

Delusional. All of us. We're delusional and deluded

If we really believe that life as we've known it,

At least since the end of WWII, will ever be the same again.

 

The consumer/service-sector society

We've all grown to love, honor, cherish, and obey,

In sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth,

 

Is rapidly going the way of the passenger pigeon,

Being replaced, if we're prescient, with the passenger train,

Heralding mass transportation, the extinction of the automobile,

 

The return to the saddle, the bicycle seat, the feet,

The existence of enclaves that can raise their own food

(Not exactly kibbutzes or utopian communes),

 

The crawling-to-a-stall of suburban sprawl,

Its steep descent into shuttered slumber, across the country,

The transmutation of shopping centers into downtowns,

 

Strip malls into habitats, free-standing stores into homes,

Fast-food franchises into open-air markets,

Gas stations into feed troughs for horses, cattle, and swine.

 

If we really believe we'll be able to harness the wind, the sun,

Find new technologies for extracting petroleum and coal,

We've got, as they say, another "think" coming...

The Big Think, already charting its collision with Earth.

All we can do is climb into our cars, in our dark garages,

Buckle up, and wait.

 

 

 

                

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