Call the sun names.
Carry buckets of coal.
Bring shovels to bury the dead.
Careful, now, how you tread
on the burnt offerings
of now fallow fields
and forests turned desserts.
Take to the sea.
In sheltered ports linger
to avoid the worst storms.
Set sail in steaming waters
which no longer cool
temperatures nor tempers,
and boil over onto shores
of discontent.
Remember thou are dust
and to dust thou shall return.
We are over-heated earth.
We are worsening storms,
more violent,
making everlasting wars
within ourselves
and our false borders.
We are both victimizer and victim
of global warming.
We cannot escape
ourselves.
We are dust
and to dust
we shall return.
annarino writes 