woke
up just in time this morning
to
feel a cold rain
awash
in the coming snow
i
touch it like manna
wish
it over
to
the california wildfires
wishing
of course gets us nothing
the
black smoke of the apocalypse
is
not another far-fetched conspiracy
turn
your head into the wind
time
to face up
to
the killers of the dream
there's
no negotiating
with
carbon propaganda
my
words have fallen far short
considering
what's
coming
are
we ready to take the surgery
without
the anesthesia
until
then
try
not to breathe
---
e b bortz
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