The asteroid has already struck
its fury is unleashed—fires burn
storms rage, islands disappear
pillars of smoke scar the horizon
as profligate humanity lays on its back
wistful for the days when evil wore swastikas
and wars could be fought—young men sent to god
to forestall the end of the world.
I think this captures the frustration of our time very concisely, and I’m both pleased and disturbed by it.
“and wars could be fought—young men sent to god”