We have ass-

fucked

our children

with the same lovingly crass

intentions

with which our parents,

(that greatest generation)

fucked us,

only we won’t be there

when that catastrophic-climatological-climax,

building-up from a

century of intergenerational rape

finally erupts.

We get to live out our lives,

air-conditioned-cool.

calm and collecting

our 401K’s,

our negotiated retirement deals

and the last of Social Security,

shaking our heads over

the plight of our

dearest granddaughter

who brings us such delight

and our sturdy grandson

who faces the world so bravely,

who get to pay the butchers bill

whether they have the will

and where-with-all

or not.

Who knows?

Maybe they will be smarter

than all the remnant of us,

before the last tick of the clock,

figure out some way to salvage,

maybe just enough,

something,

a way out of the inevitable global collapse

that those who

came

before them

caused.

But I doubt it.