The heat is coming. An oven door opened in
Damascus in Ankara in Cape Town in Kingston,
gusts of air bring the boiling swelter north.
Now torrid times begin. It doesn’t matter,
we don’t get to choose our altar. Meteorologists in America
crow over record weather: 117, 118, 122. Not
for a century has the mercury raced
with such alacrity into the red zone.
The ocean is dying but we’re dying of
thirst, the power grid over Paris just burst,
they think it’s hackers from Novosibirsk
meddling with our thermostats and our elections.
The heat is coming, the cry goes up across
the continent, borders fray and rend, nations
race to break their covenants with each other.
Step away from my breeze, I’ll bring you to your knees,
ignore the death of bees, just give us our
daily cake. He said what to whom what a liar
what a cheat it’s not strange for flowers to bloom in
December, did you see his latest tweet?
The pavement dries up and dies, that sun will
damage your eyes, look at the idiot, he
can barely close his thighs, who cares if those
people die. A manhole in Bucharest today
exploded, the Nikkei just imploded, it’s a great
time to make a killing in gold. You must burn it
to stay alive, get off my land you’ll get fried, turn
to me, I’ll be your guide, I alone can fix it.
The heat is coming, no one can fix it, no one can
stop the ships yet vacationers watch
them sink eating fish and chips. What a drag
on their view! So much death in the way of their due,
I want to see clear blue seas, not you! Get out of
my way, I’m closing the doors shutting the window
cranking the thermostat to blue, now you won’t see
me and I can’t see you.