sounds quaint now in the language minefield mix
still, there’s something inexorable about bare-faced logic
like water that relieves its load by turning land to sea
too many times to be a normal cycle
land that burns from undergrowth to canopy
challenges tradition of fire-managed habitat
while red hot peat rivals Zarathrusta’s flame –
in a relentless rising flow assault
low-lying coastlines tempt seas to lap at shores
impelling Venice to stay afloat inside a metal lifebelt
a Pacific island chain to survive in a digital space
one point five – sounds not much to curb emissions
one point five to two – an epitaph to turn around
obtuse prevarication
not yet a reckoning
