Rarely what there will be then

When the final drop
is wrested from the hell-scorched
bowels of an earth clinging
to what it has, and which
we mortal, animate souls
should have never approached
the sinking sensation of
society,
frenzied in what there is
now, and rarely
what there will beĀ then
will rise from their stupor
and see that despite
previous reports
we cannot eat sand
and sun-blasted stone