The Anthropocene

In the anthropocene,
We have each other.
And it ain't enough.
In the anthropocene,
We blasted our heavens,
And the blasted ruins shall hate us
In the anthropocene,
our gods roam town, naked
Black, and the police shoot them dead.
In the anthropocene,
We killed us all,
And our children never had a chance
In the anthropocene,
The cross is made of molten gold,
While Jesus cries, why did you abandon me
In the anthropocene,
Our bodies turned into nuclear money
Radiating infinitely into the black cosmos
In the anthropocene
There is a multiverse hiding
In the large Hadron collider
In the anthropocene,
We died, of causes too obscene
And we never learnt our reasons,
And never atoned
For the anthropocene.