We Got Burned

Mankindling
stacked of our own accord
upon our funeral pyre
unable, unwilling
to fess up to the damage done
denial and anger
all that’s left
bargaining will be done on fire
the self-immolation of the species
we are money to burn
ashes of bank vaults
adrift on hellish devils
whirling vortices of fire’s remains
like reptilian skin on the wind
sloughed off
never to grow renewed
on a dead end
of dinosaurian feathers
the last molting sapien
what will its final thought be

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