The aeonic burden of human folly.

Blind biological sadists
craving destruction
like milk from sallow breasts;
slow sacrificial sojourns
into shallow pools of doom
warned of in tomes, on tombs
writ upon for aeons.

Self-sacrificing imps
embracing catastophe
without a thought or whimper,
written into stars and genes:
semper eadem, dolens,
yoked, shackled, bound slaves
lead forth to graves like oxen.

Death-hungry dolts,
that shan’t learn,
can’t learn from failure’s embers,
praying for ruination like rain,
hands held high to grey skies,
centuries of lies and lives brief
lived, lukewarm and in vain

closer to cessation, red, vast and silent.