This green is just a thin veneer
on a black rock with a molten heart,
the thin crust barely cool enough
to let the tender green life start,

and on this film of green there moves,
imagining autonomy,
a viral life form, ravenous,
that thinks it must be all God sees.

All species go extinct, it's true -
exceptions to this rule are none -
but we, the species poisonous,
still feel we are the only one

that counts - so life won't end for us;
we go someplace where nothing dies,
and so we **** without remorse
and slit our own throats with our lies.