Monday, August 12, 2024

Horseshoe Crabs And Us - 2050

I have visions
Not dreams
But visions
Of the Future
2050___
Sitting on the B54 bus
Traveling down Myrtle Avenue__
Summertime
No cars
None___

The smell of nature
No car fumes
More trees
More flowers
Vegetable gardens too.
People walking
Riding bikes

8 billion people in 2024
Less people in 2050
A lot less
The rich escaped to the Moon
To Mars
We hear nothing from them
Nothing
Good riddance___
After 2024
The tipping point
Things went bad
Very bad
And fast
Wars, droughts, fires, famines, floods___
Chaos.
No place to run
No place to hide
Many prayed
Many more screamed
Bad to Worst
Wrath of God worst
Worst for the good
Worst for the bad
Thoughts and prayers
No help___
Then one day___
Worst went to bad
And then not to good
But not bad___
Not everyone survived
Not everything survived,
But the horseshoe crabs
They multiplied by the billions
And they fed the world
As horseshoe crabs had other speices
Through so many other extinctions___
Now 2050
Me
98 years old
With my wives
My children
My grandchildren
My great grandchildren
And friends____
A miracle____ But like horseshoe crabs
OUr blood don't die easy____
Deconsume, children, deconsume.

Foto by Doug Wechsler

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