First there is a mountain. Then there is no mountain. Then there is. – Donavan
After sexual subduction
and igneous flirtation,
one would hope not much
would shake our latent core.
We think we can do what we want
as long as we want because we can.
The drunken forests swagger
out of the thawing permafrost.
The dog of extinction buries
its bones at their feet.
Like a giant slushy machine,
rivers of ice-melt pump Greenland’s
glaciers into the Gulf Stream.
Holland is building floating houses
and Venice is booking scuba tours of it ruins.
The Earth is warmer now than any time
in the last thousand years. The warmer it gets,
the faster it gets warmer, the warmer it gets.
In less than ten years global warming
will be able to feed off of itself,
snacking on polar bears and caribous
along with thousands of other animals and plants.
We see no reason to change. B. P. will take care of us.
Fill the oceans with oil so we can fill our S. U. V.’s.
Turn up the A. C. and bring us more beef.
What more needs to happen before we understand?
There is no time to waste.
Our world flutters like a fly in the silken web of our greed.