That’s The Way The Cookie Crumbles

     That’s The Way The Cookie Crumbles

Sweden had a record hot summer.

Not only that, but record large fires.

Not only that, but record low rainfalls,

Recalling predictions of climates to come.

There are the deniers;

Deniers of fires, 

Of floods and volcanoes,

Of patterns and morrows, 

Heroes and sorrows…

The ones who see no such connections,

No need of reflection,

No need of correction.

 

Still, seas filled with plastics,

Typhoons, tsunamis,

The sceptic of skeptics,

The tycoons who shamelessly

Cast aside and deny,

Carry on in their abandoning  science…

 

What can one say?  

Zonally grumbling deep in its bowel, nature plays.

She rumbles, she tumbles…

One cannot solve it, except to say 

That is the way, when she feels misused

The cookie is bound to crumble.

That’s The Way The Cookie Crumbles 8.18.2018 Our Times, Our Culture II; Circling Round Nature II; Arlene Nover Corwin

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