RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL WARMING
Back to Ashes
The Phoenix in mythical lore
Rose from the ashes of destruction
Soon as the warming takes its toll
She will return to the ashes once more
One hundred days at one hundred degrees
An average low of eighty-seven
A constant wave of human suffering
Brought to bear by the earth’s disease
Go north the old folks tell their young
Where the warming has some mercy
North where the ice and snow will melt
Not here where our song is sung
Don’t wait for the matter will get worse
The streets will feel like the sun
When the grid falters and fails to run
It will strike like the final curse
Back to the ashes is our sad fate
No gods of redemption can save us
We’ve built our city of sand and dust
Our understanding came too late
(The temperature in Phoenix AZ ran over 110
degrees Fahrenheit for 80 days in 2024.)
