Monday, October 8, 2018

Involuntary Suicide Poem

even though experts say
my son or his will burn up
and melt like a candle

and the oceans will rise 
so much it will set us off

one against the other

in a violent scramble
for survival, and though 

they say it’s nearly impossible

to avoid it, quite impossible
to reverse the trend, to go 

back to our clueless selves 

of senses and loves, way back 
when we were children
of earth and sky; 

even though life feels already 
long gone, I have to write
this poem so my son 

has a chance to forgive me

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