Poem #2,787 | As auld folk we’ll deteriorate
As auld folk we’ll deteriorate
in great heat we made in our
greedy hot houses fifty years
before –
our kids will be kind
enough to offer a dignified &
quick end via suffocation
[by
then free to all-comers] –
My
grandkids’ll resent stills kept
of cooler days –
of auld ways
snapped when water wasn’t
a threat & our saviour –
Here
is my forecast of loathly
day-&-night
ire by every juvenile