The Supremacy of Fools

A poem by Roy Foster to jog your thought, I know it sure got my mind rolling! 

THE SUPREMACY OF FOOLS

As corporations

And the military/industrial complex

Ruminate over

The profit potential, 

The war-mongering capability, 

Of transgenic species

Demanding the silent 

Collaboration 

Of viruses and sheep, 

There are no tears

For the supremacy of fools.

But there are those

Among the ancient, 

the illiterate, 

The forest dwellers 

The hunters, the gatherers

With more than a day's march 

To the nearest telephone

To the closest uplink

Whose imaginations

Render trees and genes 

Sacred.

Whose personal information  

Is recorded only in the memory

Of relatives 

Living and Dead;

The elegance of sapience.  

But we are those

Whoese eyes divide

Whose minds diverge 

To avoid the holy.  

With hearts devoid

Of mystery.  

We succumb as one

To the shorn meaning

Revealed in the entrails

Of some careless machine

Savagely flung across this 

Futile landscape

Of unacknowledged ignorance

In which angels 

Fear to tread.

We succumb as one 

To the astonishingly meager

Rations of the enlightenment;

To the thin, sorrowful harvest 

Of indulgence

That cannot satisfy

Or survive

The supremacy of fools.