10-28-2016, 03:41 AM
Climate Refugees EDIT
“Cool It: The Climate Issue” –National Geographic, November 2015
Industrial blades slit the landscape,
black scars of lignite to light the bulbs.
Circuit board cities suck power,
but the earth is not a computer.
Mother’s not a board.
She’s the insects in the tiny home off the grid.
She’s ethanol from the Indonesian Arenga Sugar Palm.
She’s fuel briquettes from African farm waste.
She’s rural solar power on the rooftop of a clinic,
hydrogen buses in Iceland,
repowering coal plants for biomass,
cyclists in commute,
rain barrels for the garden,
building turbines to suck carbon from the air,
launching an earth sized parasol,
shooting the sea into the sky with stratospheric aerosols,
making a pledge to pollute less,
to turn the lights on less, to drive less, to walk more, to take the elevator less,
to think more, to take less, to grow your own food more, to grow business less.
Let the solar lantern illuminate the path from India to Burma, Uganda to Uruguay.
Bullshit.
We’ll grow until we pop.
CO2 is acid ocean.
CO2 is acid rain.
CO2 is eating ozone.
CO2: the choking air.
Earth alarms sound in the Arctic.
Meltwater cascades from summer sea ice.
Earth alarms sound in the Amazon.
Jungle turns to smoke.
How long before we paint our smokestacks green?
How long before our mother paints them for us?
Corn, potatoes, rice, and wheat won’t freeze so soon in winter;
we’ll eat and be the fatter,
but the warmer, drier lands
catch fire dancing in November,
weather wild drought, quake, flood,
unfrozen ice deluge.
Greenland Inuit ice fishing
becomes Greenland commercial fishing.
Freeze-dried laundry on the tundra clothes line in Nuugaatsiaq
becomes laundromat lines and kilowatts in Nebraska.
Tropical island Kiribati
becomes a swamp of one room huts on stilts.
The sandy beach
becomes a sandbag wall.
Where’s the lichen for the Woodland Caribou?
The seals for the Arctic Fox?
Peninsular Pronghorns are thirsty for the rainfall.
White Fronted Lemur’s habitat
slashed and burned for agriculture
sounds like Chinstrap Penguin
hungry for krill, which are hungry for algae, which are burned by too much sun.
And here we are:
the next to disappear.
Take a breath
while you can.
“Cool It: The Climate Issue” –National Geographic, November 2015
Industrial blades slit the landscape,
black scars of lignite to light the bulbs.
Circuit board cities suck power,
but the earth is not a computer.
Mother’s not a board.
She’s the insects in the tiny home off the grid.
She’s ethanol from the Indonesian Arenga Sugar Palm.
She’s fuel briquettes from African farm waste.
She’s rural solar power on the rooftop of a clinic,
hydrogen buses in Iceland,
repowering coal plants for biomass,
cyclists in commute,
rain barrels for the garden,
building turbines to suck carbon from the air,
launching an earth sized parasol,
shooting the sea into the sky with stratospheric aerosols,
making a pledge to pollute less,
to turn the lights on less, to drive less, to walk more, to take the elevator less,
to think more, to take less, to grow your own food more, to grow business less.
Let the solar lantern illuminate the path from India to Burma, Uganda to Uruguay.
Bullshit.
We’ll grow until we pop.
CO2 is acid ocean.
CO2 is acid rain.
CO2 is eating ozone.
CO2: the choking air.
Earth alarms sound in the Arctic.
Meltwater cascades from summer sea ice.
Earth alarms sound in the Amazon.
Jungle turns to smoke.
How long before we paint our smokestacks green?
How long before our mother paints them for us?
Corn, potatoes, rice, and wheat won’t freeze so soon in winter;
we’ll eat and be the fatter,
but the warmer, drier lands
catch fire dancing in November,
weather wild drought, quake, flood,
unfrozen ice deluge.
Greenland Inuit ice fishing
becomes Greenland commercial fishing.
Freeze-dried laundry on the tundra clothes line in Nuugaatsiaq
becomes laundromat lines and kilowatts in Nebraska.
Tropical island Kiribati
becomes a swamp of one room huts on stilts.
The sandy beach
becomes a sandbag wall.
Where’s the lichen for the Woodland Caribou?
The seals for the Arctic Fox?
Peninsular Pronghorns are thirsty for the rainfall.
White Fronted Lemur’s habitat
slashed and burned for agriculture
sounds like Chinstrap Penguin
hungry for krill, which are hungry for algae, which are burned by too much sun.
And here we are:
the next to disappear.
Take a breath
while you can.
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