Our Dumb Legacy

If man had machines that could reach the next life

We'd use them to steal lead from St. Peter’s gates

If God and his cohort looked down from the clouds

We'd set aim our crossbows and shoot them all down

If the cherubs and seraphim walked amongst men

We'd hunt them and hound them and corrupt their flesh

If a heavenly choir caressed at our ears

We'd claw them and scratch them and drink of their tears

If man conquered death we would never be free

We are just not equipped to cheat mortality

We stand on new planets, find new galaxies

And foul them with virus. Our stain stinks and seeps.

This is our story. Our monstrosity.

It’s only a crime if we deign it to be.

This is our glory. Our dumb legacy.

But thine is the consequence eternally.