Is this the beginning of the end?

Overhead the spy satellites and the telecommunications satellites
and the streetlights and the drones outshine the stars

Through the smoke the moon looks like blood.
The sun goes dark.

The noise of cars and radios and television sets
drowns out the sound of crickets and birds.

The honeybees are dying.

At the north pole and south pole the ice is melting
and the ocean is rising until it swallows up the houses
on the islands and then the islands.

In the middle of the ocean an island of empty plastic bottles
and empty plastic bags floats discarded.

Nobody prays.

There are no miracles.