The smoke that thunders
Is now a weeping child
Searching for sorrow
In streams on her dry lips
Where has the mist gone?
To whom will corpses pray?
When did the slide tilt?
Whose hands moved the fulcrum?
Decades of plenty
Has birthed scarcity
Stratos under siege
Clean air we no longer breathe
Does carbon’s feet fit?
Do we chew as we spew?
What is my mileage?
Can I fly, can I drive?
The globe wobbles down
Drunk in toxic romance
One draft too many
Fishes lose their voices
When did climate change?
Who gave her those that capes?
Are those mourning clothes?
Is she up to some trick?
No cosmos in sight
Daylight wears a blindfold
Underneath the coast
Earth’s cooking for dinner
Where’s this trip’s face?
Why cook earth for dinner?
Will the heat subside?
How long until it’s done?
