Firenado’s Icy Chill

The tomorrows of history…

Nature’s insistence will once again
remind all of her paradoxical essence,
even as children holding tight a balloon’s innocent color red
will have yet to experience red’s ferocity.

They’ll giggle at empty soup cans tied to a hover-car,
Ooh and ah at Cirque du Soleil performed in virtual reality,
Gaze blankly at android sparrows chirping atop alloy trees
that know not of leaves,
all as their planet grieves over never being what it once was.

The continual denying of climate change
will bring us more of heat’s anger with firenado flames,
iceberg flooding,
record heat in the winter,
frigid cold in the summer,
a true apocalyptic scenario
as our species competes for money and power,
while ignoring the price its toll on Nature.

Yes…

There will be a few conscious survivors,
those that will read stories to children of all ages,
giving historical narratives to the structures
still standing with colors of other-world red, orange and black,
half shadowed by any day’s every day
of smoke or ominous roiling tempests,
where building-windows long ago exploded by heat,
their doorways ever waiting for closure,
await the final blow.

Such is Nature’s wrath
when ignorance of her fragility dominates conscience,
when control is wrenched from her grip,
in the name of a species pandemic of greed over integrity,
instant gratification over long-term reward,
where a once aware humanity is reduced to agony and bereavement
in the name of mind/heart darkness.