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.

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s