The diagnosis was terminal,

the patient’s suffering evident,

from being battered and neglected 

through her many years

There were millions of us

splashing and bobbing,

not knowing how much longer

we could stay afloat

Photosynthesis in reverse

Turning future oxygen

into current carbon dioxide

Disposable forks

Disposable spoons 

Disposable knives

Makes me wonder how much longer

you’ll take your beef charbroiled

on the flames of global warming 

We’ll laugh 
when we tell
our grandkids

Be polite, they tell us,

don’t shout with the truth 

as we steal the future

breath by breath from the youth

The flames of global warming light your horizon,

its storms blow ever more forcefully against your windows,

and the water continues to inch towards your doorstep

“The economy is great,”

Stock Market boasted