Fukishima

We traded gods and insults until we couldn’t tell them apart, Waiting for the zeitgeist when the scorched earth would suffice as foundation for our temples of steel and glass; our crucibles of lethal arrogance. The demise we secured for ourselves in the name of fuelling progress speaks now in divine tongues, even as we lament and name it senseless; humanity devouring itself raw, windswept, drowned, irradiated, atrocity of hubris