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By Jack Joseph Smith

NO BIOLOGICAL PROMISE We are the last fruit out of the last lime in the soil While with the toil that will not remember the plow We are due to be welcomed out of the Earth's last framework As the alert new wizard's discover no alarm In a particular swift magic prohibiting The slightest bow in space Instant justification comments On mirrors and waters responding The same illusion as reality Hell as a planet leads in commerce While multitudes locate knowledge Involved with the first and last months rent And on the streams we took There is a horrible rippling Between rocks that skip And kids talking facts The new ice age simply means federally funded trays For the liquor we'll need Yet we accept a governed abstraction When eyeglassed statues put around us a sense of well being That suggests all things can be measured with a bottom line (There is a game here that appears to have a chart, that may be witnessed only without reflection.)

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The poem imagines humanity at the exhausted end of the world, trapped inside systems that turn illusion, commerce, and measurement into a false order.

Images of the last fruit and the Earth's last framework make history feel used up, while new wizards and instant justification suggest modern authority dressed as magic. Commerce, rent, and federally funded trays drag apocalypse down into ordinary bureaucracy and managed need. The closing claim that the chart can be witnessed only without reflection implies that accepted systems depend on people not seeing too clearly what they are living inside.

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Titled 'NO BIOLOGICAL PROMISE', the typed poem begins 'We are the last fruit out of the last lime in the soil', moves through 'alert new wizard's', 'Hell as a planet leads in commerce', 'the first and last months rent' and 'federally funded trays / For the liquor we'll need', and ends on a parenthetical game with a chart 'that may be witnessed only without reflection.)'.

The poem pictures humanity at the end of a natural cycle, cut off from soil and plow and handed over to magic, commerce and administration. Its satire works by collision, pairing apocalyptic images with rent, trays and bottom lines so that the end of the world arrives as bureaucracy. The final parenthesis suggests that the whole system only holds up as long as nobody looks at it too closely.