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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