DEMISE
the sky
looked tie-dyed
but otherwise
communicating with us
as if
fulminating
from a pulpit
lashing us for
our climate sins
with downpour
after downpour
as for
books and other
things of presumed value
getting washed away
what
good are they, what
role can
they play
in
such an era?
this
end of days
deluge
drenching my books
turning them to mush
laughing at our faith
in the protection
of roofs, walls
and ceilings
what good is communication
when moving
in one direction
so
flagrantly
one-sided
closing our
account finally
balancing all
in the
debt column with
ruthless denise
poems 2 die for 