A poem about climate change I wrote last weekend.

From the Ice Age to the Change

In the Ice Age many froze

Never buried never found, we waited

For a hotter time, carved them crouching

From cold when cold carved Earth

The cold went missing.  We built

Industry.  Killed disease. Vacationed

Now we huddle around screens, fed

With data of the coming change

No one’s bones are yet found, crouched

So we Hollywood, economy, recreate

Go for drives, shop around, cannot

Consider floods of warmth until we see

Mylar suits and breathing apparatus

Bloated livestock riding the Mississippi

‘Til our breathing sears belabored

And we are led by that Ice Age thought

To crouch in pits waiting for the sun

In the cool pits; we will witness

Winds rip rooftops, our clothes thrown

Into skies aflame, iPods, souvenirs 

Whirling for the ages in the rage

To be embedded in some future ice

Waiting for a thaw and rapt by chill

We have become the weather now