What is climate change to wry trouble making poets?

It's knowing the massive bridge is out twenty kilometers away
and speeding headlong to try and save a little time and money
It's the dehissent execution of poetry of life on Earth.
It is quiet lieing to the children about the curse.
a melancholey bride dieing of uterine cancer.
It's the question that knows its sad answer.
It is the slow motion astroid of violence.
Its the fatal crash of Noah's ambulance
Some dieing of thirst in mere years
and others of hunger with no tears.