RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CLIMATE CHANGE
Fire Sky
The morning sky is brown
Like the rust of an abandoned car
The sun is fire orange
It smells of smoke and tar
The forest is burning
To the north and east
The forest is burning
Like a fiendish beast
Listen
You can hear the coughs
Look closely
You can see the flames
Breathe deeply
You can smell the charred remains
of homes that used to be
Breathe again
You can taste it
It is the taste of sulfur
It is the taste of dying
It is the scent of disease
We live in a land of flames
We breathe a toxic blend of
air and smoke and fire dust
We drink the spoiled waters
We pretend the sky is blue
and the water runs clear and true
We pretend the sea is green
and the rivers run forever clean
and the forest lives eternal
