Cuttlebone and Cobwebs

Man's bequest

On that fateful day of Genesis, creation gave me to the world

and hoped I would be part of all the glories that unfurled,

but, in my infinite wisdom I thought myself the King

and set about life's plunder, my sovereignty to bring.

I saw not other creatures suffering, nor felt the plant life's pain,

heard not the troubled rumblings of the elements obvious strain,

and, most of all, I firmly closed my greed set, stagnant mind

to the few that preached the wisdom, that all was intertwined.

I made of other men my slaves, saw them starve and die,

set creatures on extinction's path as I ravaged earth and sky,

thought nothing of the flora lost to natures bounteous whole

but instead, began to wonder, if the universe might be my goal.

Seeing not the delicate balances creation had in place

I subjugated everything to entertainment of my carnal human race;

and when the elements cried out with volcano, wind, flood, fire

I merely shrugged my shoulders and put it down to God's desire.

I've had the greatest impact, never for the greater good,

I shall see my coffin made before I've fully understood,

I was a sparkling gem to be, in creations magnificent design,

but the tarnish, that is my bequest, may yet be my own decline....