Nothing Doing

People aren’t tidy enough
To bring the world to en end.
Maybe make it messier,

Leave a lot of good ruins
And toxic waste for traction,
Brownfields filled with ugly lives

Thriving on the hideous.
If there’s anything better,
It will be thanks to systems

Once intended for humans
That no longer need humans
However humans need them.

It will be a messy world.
Won’t be the end of nothing.