The glaciers die
The cold retreats
To summer’s entreat
They’re gone before
Both you and I
For every thing
The creatures made
Five other things
Were thrown away
For every turn
Of every cog
The fuel they burned
Created smog
‘Til over time
Before too long
In fact, before
The fuel was gone
Their world could not
Sustain their waste
The climate changed
With break neck pace
Thunder rolls
Across the parchment plains
Rain is coming
Too late
And far too much
What little soil remains
After wind storms
And dust clouds
Carried the best of it
Off to the East
Will wash away
Rivulets cutting small canyons
Deep into the earth
Ten thousand more
When what’s now green
Was naught but fields of ice
Or so the legends say
Antarktica
Where all tribes came
Hard to see
In my mind
The numbers
Of the past
What once were billions
Flight reduced
To millions
In the exodus
From the desert sand
Earth had become
To this plot
Of icy rock
