Bastard's Paradox

Oceans of oil
pour from the Gulf of Mexico.

The womb ripped
open.

We bleed
black death.

Dolphins, turtles,
fish and kin
drown in the
venomous ooze.

Bells toll for the
evening watch.
Blood red sun
on the bow
surrenders to night.

Evening star obscured.

The bastard’s paradox --

oil fuels
progress
and
the closer
we come to the
enigmatic omega point,

where progress can
save our world,

the closer we come
to the apocalypse.