We aint gonna be able to kill off all the different
songbirds before we’re all done here
A few frogs and such will find a way to barely scrape by
until we’re dead and gone
There’ll still be a couple small hardwoods left to
repopulate the once-great hardwood forests
Try as we might we wont be able to strip the oceans bare of
every single bit of life
Might even be 1 or 2 other primates left when we’re done
slaughtering each other
Won’t kill off all the cats everywhere, and buddy, you can
bet they’ll radiate once again
Why, there could be several little whales or dolphins left
to evolve one more time
Won’t get the chance to slash and burn every bit of that
complex rain forest canopy
Betcha that not all those million northern lakes will lie
poisoned and dead from our actions
Not every single river will be nothing more than a canalized
open sewer, but we’ll try
There’ll still be a couple un-bulldozed meadows when we are
caught, surprised, in our acts
Our random gratuitous high-decibel noise will even end,
though we will not hear the following quiet
No amount of our poisons will eradicate all the insects
before our time has passed
Why there’ll even be a few oil deposits we’ll still be
working when we’re interrupted
We’ll all be gone long before we can slash and settle that
entire vast boreal belt
Won’t be around long enough to wipe out all major life forms
with our global warming
Can’t even make scars on the earth that last more than one
short geological epoch
Won’t have time to turn the entire atmosphere the dingy
brown of our so-called great cities
Will not need to recycle before it’s way too late to make
even the slightest difference
There’ll still be any number of heathen non-believers among
the last ones of us to die off
It’ll be impossible for us to kill each other all off before
the earth stops supporting the rest of us
Not any of that silent wisdom will have disappeared before
we are gone, once and for all time
These death throes cannot even hope to perturb the vast life force of the universe
This desecration of ours cannot ever rival the catastrophe
of a good-sized meteor impact
We’ll never get Antarctica warmed up enough to settle before
moving on for good
We cannot notice that the undefined cannot be affected by
our senseless fiddling
All our pointless piddling cannot disturb the inescapable
event horizon of the void
Even our unthinkable all-out nuclear war would not put an
end to all life on this earth
Won’t have a chance to even give a proper burial to the last
of our own corpses
There’s no possibility of our dirty seed spreading beyond
this once-blessed blue planet
We cannot poison all the soil with the strip mines we
blithely turn and walk away from
Can’t quite get the branch that still supports us sawed
completely off before we take a fatal fall
There’ll still be good new military hardware rusting for a
while when we’re gone
They’ll have unpaid loans and credit cards and shopping to
do even as the bills stop coming
Future generations wont get to see this generous world which
we could not quite destroy
Caint
ruin everything before our good work comes at last to it’s well-deserved
fruition
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