We know destruction when things build, then
Unbuild. We build them – Things rise, then
Collapse. We spend sacred energy, all that is,
On entropic enterprise. Bees undo our honey,
Ants undo our castles,
Men and women outbid our work
Nothing in disaster bids us
To claim a place in the disaster. It happens to us while
We stand there.
The human briefly
Believes in his or her
Agency, which is always already undone
By the disaster.
– Joe Cronin