Dogs 2014

FAMILIAR ALIEN
(3/29/14)


we are
a dying
race

we have
expanded
across the reaches
of our solar
system
and beyond

but our
resources
and technology
can no longer support
the infrastructure
necessary
for our population

a sad
attrition
has set in

instead
of watching
our society dwindle
to a quiet death
we have sent
emissaries
throughout
the galaxy
in order
to find an answer
to our possible
extinction

only
our best
and brightest
ambassadors
were sent
to the more advanced
of the known
civilizations
to plea
for an answer

other
more lowly
officials
such as myself
were relegated
to the cultures
of ineptitude
on the fringes
of known
inhabitation

not
in search
of new
resources

or
new hope

but to
hopefully find
a mistake
in the making
that may shine
some light upon
the Moron
in our own
Machine

I drew
Earth

now
decades past
my scheduled
extraction
and longer
since any pertinent
communication

I am
still here

I fear
the worst
for my kind

for my home

for my family

and while
I have learned
nothing here
that would save us
I have adapted
a mindset
that might prove
useful
in the rationalization
of our demise

through
my exposure
to this planet
I have become
infected
with the obsessive
apathy
possessed
by these people

they
are dying

we
are dying

they seem
not
to care

and
neither
any longer
do I

I have
become
a galactic
dilettante
dabbling
in the disasters
about me
without consternation

this
great facility
is a resource
without end
upon this world

perhaps
it will apply
elsewhere

humans
can stare
in the face
of doom and destruction
but still smile
as long
as their personal
gratifications
are met

what
a true
strength

a talent
that cannot
save us
but may
deaden
our fears

as it
has already
deadened
most every
ambition
here

if I could
relay
this dysfunction
to my race
perhaps
their panic
would diminish
and some acceptance
of our fate
would allow
a tentative enjoyment
of our dwindling
existence

I search
the night sky
for familiar stars
wondering
if I am now
all alone

I return
inside
to the hi-def pictures
beamed
from shiny satellites

no longer
remembering
the source
of my worry