Down The Barrel

But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
Robert Zimmerman

Down the barrel of a hunting gun,
The birds and the young fell out of the setting sun.

That was the Edwardian end of the twentieth century,
We’ll simply thin them out differently.

I would go out with all that is rare
with no allegiance that I cannot spare.

The aerodynamics of the birds that always came
found their way to the human brain.

First it was flight and the boundless terrain,
Then disease and a massive human stain.

War came before the last time round,
Pandemic then war are now mounted on the merry-go-round.

The ratios are such that zeros must be added,
Depopulation is what the flat-headed know really matters.

Whatever type of instruments are used,
The record books will be most graphically imbued.

Certainty can resume its jagged throne
for a triumphant rebirth in the Eastern zone.

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At the beginning of the 20th century, the upper classes in Edwardian Britain did not foresee the coming overthrow of their world view as a result of World War One. The War was followed by an international epidemic. At the outset of the 21st century, we are on the brink of a similar catastrophe with environmental agents potentially outdrawing human folly this time. It is generally believed that China will rise to prominence as conditions in the West deteriorate.