Bleak House

Our species moribund, the planet ill,
the future’s shape no longer indistinct,
although it may take centuries to kill
us off, it seems civility has peaked.
Now courtesy has tumbled from a hill,
engendering an avalanche of dirt
that buries kindness in a dire spill.
Before humanity becomes extinct,
we’ve just a little age to draft our will.

(Magic 9)

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