The Wrecking Ball at the Gates of Dawn
The Piper’s bill always comes due–
yes, even now,
I hear the hoove’s of the harbinger’s horses
bringing to account all those
besotten nights
consuming consuming consuming.
You cannot,
you will not
believe the cost
of the wings that brood over you,
that hungry
advance Knight
collecting his due for the King.
But you say,
“I don’t see anything.”
Oh, but you do.
You know it.
Firenadoes–
Dead glaciers–
Neverending flurries of hurricanes and typhoons–
COVID19 variants fluttering like a butterfly’s wings
1000-year floods… every year.
And more….
the costs of steel
and worse the energy required to make it,
rising exponentially
like lumber
like computer chips
And the worst?
Any time you add energy to the system
you generate even greater complexity.
She goes by the name of Cassandra
and this is her prophecy:
complexity cannot be managed,
only endured.
Of course, no one believes her.