The
surface is scorched
Satan
ran out of coal
it
fled
in
a
Zeppelin
through
a
wormhole
.

Transient happiness
Drought in our heart
Emotionless
Passionless
Love’s an oasis
We are
Weary travelers
Unaware of
The ramifications
Of unloved Earth
Nature’s revolt
Will encage us
Within our faults
Overzealous we are
Perilous future
Awaits us