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Doom is delicious That is definite From early tales told inside a cramped cave, fiery shadows foreshadowing danger To our digital carnival show, full of barkers only too happy to feed the need We call it doomscrolling now but how different is it from earlier descents into darkness Our species loves to contemplate destruction even its own The gods themselves may have been invented to explain why fate's fickle finger Cuts one life short, condemns one ship's crew while leaving those nearby to wonder at their luck We hunger for hurt sometimes imaginary, sometimes quite real Lingering over horror like connoisseurs of fear Our dreams and dramas rife with reckless explosions of death and torment Serial killers stationing themselves in every crevice of our consciousness Asteroids or killer tornadoes or monstrous sharks or sea serpents scaly and dripping with the ocean's dregs Invade our dreams and movie screens, like a Nazi atrocity neutered into nothingness We eat it up like warm honey on Grandma's biscuits, or a Lotus Eater's gluten-free lunch No wonder that we marvel at new horrors of heat or addled climate without real fear Another chapter in the drama Another shadow on the cave wall Another goosebump-causing scare Another thriller to pass the time Another step toward the end of the story.
I had a few technical issues with this post. I'm blaming operator error.
Seeing "Oppenheimer" the day after posting this seemed somehow appropriate.