Summer Of 2021 Poem by Hans Ostrom

Summer Of 2021



Petroleum nightmares sizzle
and burst on smoking sidewalks.

Hurricanes scream at concussed
cities. Snowflakes fall backward

up to fried skies. Whole forests
collapse into ash, and white zombies

run for Congress, opposing
knowledge and love.

It's been quite the summer
so far. To be or not to be

cooked by our dear atmosphere:
that's not the question, but it will

suffice. Mobs chase scientists
across deserts strewn with

condominium rubble. Coyotes
watch and laugh. Down the years,

they've smelled our madness.
We condition the air.

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