Future Past

It was in Denver that I first saw it. That monument to progress. That call sign of a brave new world. The coughed up phlegm of a million belching furnaces. Insane combusting machines fed by ancient decay. Fitting isn’t it? That the legacy of the extinct should propel the entire world toward oblivion. The sky wasn’t always poisonous, except when countless volcanoes brought forth the atomic compounds that made life possible. We’ve created our own mechanical volcanoes. We’ve forced nature to do our bidding. Factories spewing garbage so the fortunate may have more objects to covet, to hoard, and yes, to prove that it was all worth it.
Of course it’s horrible to see children with asthma but we need jobs to put food on the table right?
“Lift up your gas mask so you can eat your peas Darling, and remember, try not to breathe.”