Poem: Climate Change

 

Climate Change

 

a sob of trees,

whipped and slippery,

gropes stone clouds,

their branches gripping

a multi-armed, multi-thighed

onslaught of wind,

twigs serve as fingernails,

raking to crash

 

and 

trunks crane as xylem snaps,

fate itself writhing 

to groan from the vehemence

of human avarice.

and the trees go down,

down to bark and bare fangs.

hisses of wind 

through viper knots of nude roots that strangle. 

the grove gone.

cruelty eats worlds.

the future drowned

in torrents of the stupid.

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7/8/24

 12/2/23 ... mods for flow

https://www.washingtonpost.com/climate-environment/2022/02/28/ipcc-united-nations-climate-change-adaptation/