Sunrise 8/20/23
sonnet (pushkin)
The smoke from fires all around us Obscured the sun whose fire burned Anemically till morning found us Accepting what we hadn't learned Till eating breakfast and recalling Those warnings that we found so galling From Gilbert Plass and later Gore And ever since then many more With assholes in the halls of Congress Unleashing idiotic dogs To piss on the scientific logs And question scientists' consensus That we are up a smoldering creek With burning paddle—and it's bleak.
Amen