My Santiago

Species misplaced,

Habitats lost.

And all this before breakfast!

(iv)

Dismissing the inconsequential, We close eyes to the big deaths,

Close minds to desolation,

And subsist.

Living long lives.

Building high (er) fences.

Meaning exchanged for vacuumed time,

Addicted on a reality

That is no longer true,

We are voyeurs of our own (timely) doom.

Wiped clean by cockroaches!

And all this before breakfast!