Alas, Babylon
I used to plan in decades,
Now I plan in minutes,
Each moment splinters
A thousand futures,
Each darker than the last.
I watch them march
Madmen and fools,
Progenitors of a fallen species,
Headed for the cliff,
Over the edge
Into nothing.
Justice or retribution,
I know not which.
And here we sit,
At the end of an age,
Sharing stories of a brighter time
Facing a “thousand-year night.”
Note: Another post from the vss365 prompt that went long. I included the final line from Alas, Babylon in the piece because it fit so well.