Resource (June)

I remember Ashburton, hanging out at friends’, deep and meaningful one hour, let loose the next. I read their bookshelves, their five-minutes-to-midnight literature. Earth is a timebomb, but we have the inner resources. Your money will eat your flesh like fire. Exploitation of finite resources cannot continue. Nature will find her revenge. It was one way to pass the month of June in front of their strip heaters. Those paperbacks are yellow, their hour has come, now exploits persist and ice shelfs melt. We crave resources Earth cannot sustain. You want resources? Antarctica seems to say, I’ll give you resources.