HEY SISTER, HEY BROTHER CAN YOU SPARE US AND OUR GRANDCHILDREN SOME CLIMATE CHANGE??

On my morning walk today I saw winds of chaos

blow modified seeds across all boundaries.

Birds become stranded as bees are poisoned, yet why

and how do we these facts avoid?

We shit repeatedly onto this planet like drunks

bleary-eyed on a bender, denying she’s our only home.

More often than not, coal-fired denials, our addiction

to cars, overseas trips for business and pleasure

make for a heating-up sky that fucks the ground.

Glaciers recede swelling the seas, vicious tornadoes

and floods destroy whole towns. Every Summer

and Autumn hellfires rage and abound.

You and I mostly sit and stare, bonded to these screens

and comfortable chairs, drive-thru happy meals

and lattes grande, frozen in place by the findings of science.

Meanwhile sentient mammals, our children’s children’s children

and earth’s future drowns. The choice is ours: to attend 

to what’s real and grow ourselves now in hopeful spirit 
together and, our mother the planet, wholly defend,

to clearly see these seeds of what’s happening and hard truths befriend,

or decide in this stupor that numbs to become deaf and blind

to birdsong and bee-buzz disappearing, Life without butterflies

and gardens, peaceful walks at dawn,

one where grandchildren’s dreams are too soon dying….