Do you? Do you? Do you
think we’re fucked?
Knowing what you know
of storms the size of hemispheres.
of entire forests on fire.
of right here ruin
wrought from
deluge
dry outs
die offs
do you know who’ll be included?
What systems are so stable they will save us?
What ways are you imagining endure?
Knowing what you knew once
of money
death
I forget what else.
Supplies of tortured creatures
slaughtered
shipped
and salted
for your sandwiches.
Showing all the faces of your
arms amassing neighbors
who prefer to die in fear
before they give up any freedoms.
Glowing still the sun that’s sure to swallow you.
And you. And you. And you.
If not today, then soon!
When will you think we’re fucked?
outsidejosh 