A granite skull rose from the desert floor,
symbol of our demise,
in the 115 degree searing Egyptian heat.
We took a selfie with the Sphinx
for the fun of it, and titled it,
our seven thousand mile carbon footprint.
And then, we were off to Paris, to dine
near the Spanish Steps, and
post a photo of our dinner on FB.
From Paris to our favorite restaurant in Seattle
for clams, before clams die out.
Remember clams? Their beds forever buried deep
beneath the oil slick. What a pity, such a waste
when the pipes burst.
How many miles and tanks of gas lost,
spoiled, ruined?
Buenos Aires for breakfast with our dear friends.
But mostly, what we do is eat delicious meals
prepared with imported ingredients
from home sweet home.
Do you like my website, how we wrecked the world?
That’s me, the amateur ecologist standing
before the Sphinx
in the land of dead pharaohs and pyramids.
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Thank you, Alan!
Wow — such an indictment! Well done!