Progress
Granddad, with a passion for things that never changed
like spelling and arithmetic, would occasionally step back
to recount the achievements during his lifetime —
electric lights, the flying machine, the auto, computers
This was before high altitude slacklining –
two brothers walking 2800 feet
on a one-inch balance beam of nylon webbing
over the gulleys of Yosemite
Before we carried weapons that killed, in a flash, dozens
of our own countrymen, women and children
Before a man swallowed by a humpback emerged with his first thought
being that Matt Damon play him in the film version
Before we knew that our highly evolved brains would stumble
toward Earth’s destruction, maybe Mars too if we don’t run out of time
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I adored this poem. The contrast between his world and ours. There’s a crushing build and fatalism at play. It hurt to read it.
Oh my, tears coming
So much for progress
Ah this is great, Linda. Great theme, title, ending. And also tragic.