Consider

Consider this shrunk ball

(words circle it in seconds, you and I

in twice the time perhaps the sun

seems to take)

stacked with our miscreations, which by one

choice, by one mistake,

can leave an uninhabitable

waste, humanity gone

 

If, considering this,

we can suppose it is

a state of being that’s compatible

with reason, can imagine war is still

(if it ever really was) a viable

way of settling anything, we must be

stupid over the edge of idiocy.