Sunrise 8/20/23

sonnet (pushkin)

Photo by Jonathan Potter ⓒ 2023

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.