Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Maybe Tomorrow/Global Warning

 








Aren’t we all at the edge of the cliff,

Husbands, wives, sons and daughters…

Tanning by an empty pool,

On the table, a pitcher, no water.

 

Resting before the tornado,

A rare calm before the storm…

We reminisce about iced tea

When good weather was the norm.

 

Now we mark a pleasant day

As “Safe” in our modern compound

Hungry and drinking still warm piss

In our shelter underground.



 


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