These days, little optimism
Obtains among the hoi polloi
Or any stripe of the elite.
Even technology’s triumphs
Portend some grim domination
Within most imaginations,
And reams of popular fictions
Ring through dystopian changes,
Trying out ways the world ends
For everything but narration.
Ah, who knows—instead of a fine
Apocalypse, you may witness
The triumph of barbarism
Once again, and of religion.
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