Global Warming

Global Warming

 

Beneath a polar pink sky,

white animal seeks ice.

 

Ice is life.

 

Southward,

the children of the Earth

row their rafters and doors,

looking for the beach.

Always now the beach moves,

Eats,

bulges.

 

A patch of ice so blue as to hold heaven

shrinks under the gaze of a judgmental Son.

 

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