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 reason to forgive me