by strannikov
at all altitudes and at all latitudes
glaciers in furious melt:
both Greenland and Antarctica headed both
to be ice-free isles adrift
and with shorter coastlines amidst higher seas.
no more sleets and no more snows
phenomena that elude memory soon:
in no hemisphere and on no continent
will children ever taste snowflakes from the sky
every altitude and every latitude.
ice will be a marvel because of its cold
once natural cold unnatural becomes.
manufactured cold will hold its charms
ice cubes melting in the fists of squealing kids
―who couldn't see snow anyway, underground.
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Some may prefer, or at least be willing, to read this as annoying science fiction, others are free to be charitably disposed.
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You find that tiny sliver of gold in every hellaciously brutal thundercloud you see, don't you, Eduard the Wanderer!
Fear the future.
Quite depressing indeed. Well said.
"ice will be a marvel", something we've all taken for granted." In tuned, Edward.
A sad étude and poignantly to the point. This will linger long with me.