Fire Air Earth Water

Fire Air Earth Water

Agile of old; now olden fragile: limb prickles: heat rash ob-

scene, abashing nooks n crannies ~ sickles from wrists-&

Neck to his fanny’s sashes’ itchy, red-misery’s histamines.

Alas, compared to the devastation down South — third,

fourth, fifth ‘once-in-500-years’ flooding ‘event’ over a

Mere decade? Drowning, contamination, toxic blocks

Hundreds of miles square you canoe? The Arctic melts;

Death Valley smelts — just past: hottest July in history

Of recorded Earth. She cries out for a personal injury

Attorney. She plots her own vigilante revenge, ripping

Back at d’midges with torrents prodigious. Hurricanes

In Spain? Typhoons every moon, Alaska to Cameroon?

Boat to my door — I’d rather be yore or nor! What of

The aether: Mercury speck roiling all over? I’ll fly with

Birds of a feather south to Antarctica! Caw, caw. Caw.

As a youth, didn’t he migrate to his favorite town, wherein

He escaped said hated heat down there? His love to fare

With cool north, whipping up gratitude and invention

Aerodynamic? But copper haze a-horizon glints glim

Of a casket. A burial of his times, as climate change

All the rhymes. Some depressive types are such that

It doesn’t take much t’lull ’em sad to bad to suicide

Rad. All yr sprite action heroes flit about to rescue

The planet; his ilk, over, out – if God crost, damnèd.

“I had a love affair with Mother Earth when she was

Brisk and young. Rafter, I’m hung up on that rafter at

80-some for the death of her.” R dead in bed, ℞ stung.

MJM 9/17 SF