Climate Change
a sob of trees,
whipped and slippery,
gropes stone clouds,
their branches fighting
a multi-armed, multi-thighed
onslaught of wind,
branches with fingernails
raking to slash
the tree trunks crane as their xylem snaps,
groaning to writhe
from the vehemence of human avarice
and they go down,
barking to bare fangs,
viper roots of noose
trying to strangle the hissing wind
but
the grove is gone.
eaten by the cruelty of a future drowned
in torrents of the stupid.
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4/2/26 .. nightmarish poem to edit
7/8/24
https://www.washingtonpost.com/climate-environment/2022/02/28/ipcc-united-nations-climate-change-adaptation/
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