Upon Listening To
Tim Foley Reading Caitlin Johnstone’s
“Revolution Or Extinction. The Choice Is Ours.”
Or, An Honest Reenactment Of One Reader’s Response.
a sonnet by a Faust.
you tell me we can let ourselves be driven to extinction —
via nuclear holocaust, or AI apocalypse, or climate disaster —
you opine we are free to make this very stupid decision —
— cooked up by some plutocrat or empire manager —
maybe i’m a control freak, maybe just — too naive.
i’m usually reminded when i’ve just apologized
but this time i am early, & ask instead you give me leave,
since in your words i have till now mine recognized.
not here. to neutralize the Eschaton by any means is Love;
of human beings made extinct by a human crafted doom
to neither by one’s actions nor by lack thereof approve,
for this apparently will i myself an innocence exhume…
but wait — it just occurred to me — have i, like a bear, been baited?
you caught one — if this was just a trap you set, and waited —
