I may be one among the last to live
Before all hell breaks loose upon this Earth,
Before we show what no God would forgive:
Our negligence of what all life is worth.
We’ve learned enough cosmology to know
That out of absolutely nothing we—
This universe that set our lives aglow—
Emerged from some divine mentality.
And yet a stupor has enveloped us,
A spell of grandiosity and greed
So that all portents now are ominous
Unless we find out what we truly need:
Implicit in our souls to realize
In time—is that we can and must grow wise.