Tags
6th Mass Extinction, Anthropocentrism Critique, Collapse of Industrial Civilization, Cost Of Progress, Environmental Ruin, Fallen Empires, Ghosts Of The Past, Hubris of Man, Legacy Of Conquest, Nature’s Revenge, Post Apocalyptic, Regret And Remorse
The final fires flicker on the bones
Of cities consumed by the creeping mold.
Silent skyscrapers, stripped of flesh and phones,
Stand sentinels to stories left untold.
Forests reclaim the fractured, fallen roads,
Roots writhing through the relics of regret.
No hands remain to hoard or bear the loads—
The debt of hubris nature won’t forget.
Irony’s icy laughter licks the land,
For every engine’s cough ebbs away.
Blueprints and banners, buried in the sand,
Are artifacts for no tongue left to say.
Pale plastic petals drift in poisoned streams,
A mockery of where gardens once bloomed.
The sun sets softly on abandoned dreams,
Casting long shadows over hopes entombed.
No children chase silhouettes in the street;
Only echoes of mankind’s hope or hate.
Extinction’s elegy is cold, complete—
A planet draped in dusk, resigned to fate.
Yet in the rubble, stubborn shoots ascend,
Green tendrils threading through the ashen shade.
A sly, frail smile—life’s answer to the end—
Flourishing boldly where despair was made.
Now, only heat and gale inscribe the tale,
Their fury carved in shifting sand and waves.
The world, unburdened, breathes a barren exhale—
Freed from the species it once sheltered and saved.
Collapse of Industrial Civilization 