The Ends of Humanism

people aren’t worth the winsome world 

that breach-birthed us into being

see when we profess to save the planet

clean the mess we made we mean

i guess

to save ourselves

for the little we scramble to gain

when at last we give our last

and are gone

regenerative resplendent 

earth will turn on and on

until the swallowing of the sun

or at least 

until the next exploiters come