It’s a hard shard to swallow.
It’s a scarred card to follow.
It’s a lumbering craft dragged out to sea.
We were just getting started.
The sand itself departed.
Wave after endless wave and tree by tree.
It came on as expected,
nature tortured and rejected.
We stripped the world of all its mystery.
It’s an invite to extinction,
our last moment of distinction.
We rowed off on the tears of misery.