by Ethel Mortenson Davis

“Who were these people?”

“They were people
who overpopulated their planet,
depleting all its natural elements.”

“They were at continuous war
with each other,
never satisfied with their treaties.”

“Eventually they lost their atmosphere.”

“Then nothing stayed on the planet.
Everything blew off.”

“Yes, in just a few thousand years
their life and their planet died.”

“They called themselves Earth, I think.


Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, poems, Poetry

11 responses to “Lost

  1. Reblogged this on Becoming is Superior to Being and commented:
    We know how to avoid the death, but will we? kenne

  2. Ethel, I have the same fear for the future, and wonder if Earth will be like Mars someday. What a senseless people, mankind.

  3. eremophila

    Reblogged this on Eremophila's Musings and commented:
    Starkly true.

  4. eremophila

    Telling it as it is. Thank you Ethel.

  5. Dismally accurate I fear.

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