Poetry of Issue #8        Page 76

Climate Change

On January 29th, 2019, it was colder in Chicago than Antarctica

	Every elephant foot destroyed by a landmine misses
the direction of thunder underground

	My son's hands windmill the air with wood & Turkish bronze

		My wife's bones are a house I want to live in

While autocrats play oil reserve tug-of-war, Angel Falls goes unvisited 

	The Maldives are vanishing

		Some believe romance isn't real without power & jealousy

The pale & privileged inexplicably foot the throats 
		of those who resemble the nannies who raised them

			There are a million Mexicos you haven't heard of

	In the furnace of connection, only trust produces lasting fire

Irony alert: impending environmental disaster is underreported 
	because it would decrease consumption

		The mountains are angry. Rivers in a mood. Wind thoroughly over us
& our handling of this ellipse, hissing through space

	Footprints now blueprints, tree tracts now Big Macs, wisdom now lost change 
							in humanity's pocket

Pro-lifers haunt curbsides with concern not for the Mother, but her resource within

		How long can we play with a rubber band before it—



  Matt Pasca