Haiku for the End of the Earth

Earth, once teeming with
Mother Nature's miracles,
Slowly dies away.

Thriving green forests,
Carpeted with earth-brown hues,
Wildflower accents.

Symphony of sounds--
Creatures chirping, chattering,
Wind sings plaintively,

Whistling through the trees--
Staccato of bare branches,
Falling leaves take flight.

River sets rhythm--
Flows steadily, constantly
Over stones and logs.

Gargantuan hand
Appears, wielding gesso brush--
Erases blindly.

One stroke to forests,
Another to the rivers,
Nature sits, docile--

Wanting to fight back,
But knowing she's defenseless,
Too soon, all is white--

Pristine, sterile, cold,
Like MacBook, straight from package,
Or the freezer aisle

Of supermarkets--
Artificial Arctic scenes,
Death packed in boxes.

Breaded chicken strips,
Cows extruded into discs,
Hot Buffalo wings.

What's a Buffalo?
Most people have forgotten--
MSG malaise.