Sunday, February 20, 2022

Weathering the weather

 Weathering the weather


The weather ever worsening
The food, grid, and money 
go down. Collapse is on us. 
Do you feel that shaking?

Some talk in the geologics
about tacking Anthropocene 
to the Holocene; the marking 
for the epoch can be found at
the radioactive level beginning
near the Second World War.

The stink of extinction
is on us and I doubt many will 
care what the end is called, 
was called. It’s getting harder
to breathe the lies and denial.

And what of humanity, 
all life forms, and this idea 
about Love winning all?

Perhaps if we fess up to the story.


Copyright 2022 David L White
poem

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