Going backward

You see the future,

But it’s the past.

The prophecy

You hazard, turns

To fool’s gold.

There is no escape

The better angels

And the worst one’s too.

That’s why things

Don’t surprise.

That’s why, I feel so bitter.

I can see where this is going,

Here on this glacier, melting.

No need for a PhD. Us polar bears

And Neanderthals, and stillborn beatniks.

All gone, going, go.

Goad us , ourselves, to that sharp point,

To that precarious cliff, to that H-bomb.

The topee will float, but the world sinks.