Burn Poem by Michael Burch

Burn



(for Trump)

Sunbathe,
ozone baby,
till your parched skin cracks
in the white-hot flash
of radiation.

Incantation
from your pale parched lips
shall not avail;
you made this hell.
Now burn.

This was one of my early poems written around age 19. I dedicated the poem to Trump after he pulled out of the Paris accords.

Sunday, August 18, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: climate change,global
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