Throw the last log on the fire —
The final log in all the world —
Let us talk as the rainforests fall;
Let us talk as the polar caps thaw.
  
Throw the last log on the fire —
What else is there to do?
Let us watch it burn into ash and smoke.
Let us watch it through tearful eyes
From the end of life and the death of hope.
  
Throw the last log on the fire —
The final log in all the world —
Let us talk as the rainforests fall;
Let us talk as the polar caps thaw.
  
Let us watch its smoldering cinders —
As the mercury in the thermometer vaporizes,
And we witness the close of the future.
Ending the world with slaughterhouses and mass graves,
It began as all great tragedies do:
With all the best intentions.
  
Throw the last log on the fire —
The final log in all the world —
Let us talk as the rainforests fall;
Let us talk as the polar caps thaw.

It is the illusive line across a page
That parts our eyes from there and not.
In between the obvious and vague,
A bind in which our words begot.
  
It draws the earth against the sky,
Lies literate under the air,
As words are sailed on an ocean’s line,
And written here, yet not there.
  
A deeper meaning amongst the sea,
To breech waves of illusion,
And separate out a glassy sheen –
It is bottled, the conclusion.
  
Beneath the page lies a hidden message,
And on this line is found one.
For, where the earth and sky are bounded,
You will look beyond the horizon.