by Chris Butler
In the year Twenty-Twelve,
our token topic of conversation
will still commence with the
appropriate weather tempering
our unemotional climate as
mother nature’s menstrual cycle causes
Eskimo igloos to extinguish the sun’s shine,
Great Plains tornadoes to evaporate trailer parks,
hurricanes to rain acid on an engulfed coast,
and earthquakes to shake water-birthed babies blue
in bloodied oil insoluble in inferno oceans;
as we breathe in an Al Gore afterworld.
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