If there is my job, it is to capture the end. The culmination of this futile project. And the demise of an entire species—useless as it has been from the start.

Addendum (October 30, 2016)

Well, well. Although much of this haiku strikes a chord with me to this day, I am not convinced any longer that capturing the end is truly my job. Or anyone else’s, for that matter. The culmination of this futile project will be a bloody mess. Useless as this species has been from the start, it has wallowed in war whenever an opportunity arose. And the opportunity just behind the corner will not be missed by anyone around the world. If I am still alive when the war engulfs the entire planet, there will be little if anything to capture. For there will be nothing but carnage, carnage, and more carnage. By the time the war ends, and it cannot possibly end soon, I will be long dead. And so will almost everyone else. There, my job fulfilled. The end captured in just a few words.