Moon in the rustling kitchen,
A laptop glowing with news,
And now what are you to do?
You bemoan the extinctions
You’ve caused and are causing, more
And more daily, and you should,
But life’s not going away.
It presses in everywhere,
Wherever species find cracks,
Ants invading skyscrapers,
Cockroaches in the suburbs,
The mouse turds on the counter
Of your house armed with mousetraps
In the disappearing woods.
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