Sythe-Eyed Science

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Sythe-Eyed Science

“The debate is settled. Climate change is a fact.”

--Barack Obama .

I stand city-hating

upon a weeping-pier,

as too many of us

are grave groping;

wearing hats of sand

above our feet of clay.

I scream at the night-flyers,

dark-voweled and verbiage scatting:

Put down your damn phones,

before your dust-tonguing

and text-weeding leads

to galloping calamity.

Scientists point to map-backed

troubled-spots, while gaggles

of unbelieving dullards,

all stoned lark-high and hare-heeled

on Fox propaganda, will wade

waist-deep in fresh winged-sea

along new coastlines.

Clouds of hemlock-fingered

factory-punked poison

are heaven-circling high above

the ever-growing space junk

and the blaspheming astronauts,

making our beautiful blue planet

appear shit-faced and disease-pocked.

Yesterday, while unwatched and solitary-smiling,

Notre Dame erupted fire-dwarfed

and gargoyle-eyed after faulty wiring

ignited centuries-old oak, infecting

the roof with flame-anger, as

the great spire ash-toppled

in weeping-swirls and pigeon down.

Muffle-toed vermin

become fodder for Nature’s

tide-looped talons.

Glenn Buttkus

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