Mar-a-Lago’s Cookie Crumbles

Years in the future
after temperature cycles
have turned again,
rendering the world's water
once more secured in ice,
there will eventually melt and emerge
the quintessential example
of a once starry-eyed human anomaly.

The mind-wreckage of a beached id.
An indulgent instinctual force of self-centered importance.
A way of life centered on vacuous awareness.
A swirling denouement of greed's ultimate message.

Adrift…

Desolate trappings merge with
a vermin-inhabited private beach,
erupted drainage pipes of aberrant waste,
concrete and razor wire caltrops of anti-media defenses,
multiple luxury crafts grounded and upended
a swirling flotsam of human and 5th Ave remains
held in arrhythmic motion,
despotic spoil-heaps of extravagant fantasy,
a modern palace foundation left with only one ocean view…
its own festooned palm trees of frozen scorched fronds. 

One must hope as Nature thaws,
so too might the icy unconsciousness of man’s greed.