Saturday, July 17, 2021

poem 72

Sweet Scales Irrevocably Tipped
 
how is it we bid farewell
not knowing what lies beyond
witless we empty the well
as if our soundings play true
not hollow knocks on death’s door
goodbye water goodbye
 
as if we ignore don’t know
what comes next already arrives
tomorrow just there just there
when we tell ourselves big lies
our children’s green world burning
goodbye water goodbye
 
somewhere else far flung beyond
earth submerges her shores her cliffs
her meadows her bays our homes
our ruin hot greed melting
ice beneath entire islands
goodbye goodbye goodbye

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