climate change
has not touched me yet
maybe
warming is not real, neither
have I been seared
nor likewise broiled
the talk of the Poles South
and North shedding
their huge
ice
falling apart
does not seem
real to me now
as I lie here
contemating the eternal
verity that we as species
will continue
forever as we are
the dread of our demise
just brush by
poems 2 die for 