The poets and scientists will march. The politicos will damn them with faint praise or callous ignorance. The pundits will pontificate.

Meanwhile, the producers will plunder to satisfy the consumers, as long as cash or credit exchanges hands. Nothing is so real as the value of abstract symbols, like the digits in a financial account.

Certainly not Earth, even today. Or any other day.

Heaven’s tears

a yawn at a songbird’s

plaintive cry