The robins are flying over the Lyons
who quietly lie in eternal repose.
And a little lamb is folded over a stone just like a sphinx,
it’s quick to throw a riddle, though it never even blinks.
And a daffodil and a crocus are opening before us,
enchanted by the opus of a murmuration’s chorus.
And the peepers are squeaking, out of season.
I worry tonight that they might be freezing.
It’s pleasant, but it’s quite absurd
These record-breaking temperatures.
We’re acquiescent, but perturbed,
it’s just the tip of the iceberg.
There is a boy, he cannot be reformed,
he’s kicking up a storm, he will destroy.
We can deploy our best defense,
but we can’t avoid the current evidence.
We are past the point of mitigating the effects.
We’ve crossed several thresholds of planetary boundaries.
It was all bound to happen, eventually.
A loss of biosphere integrity.
Stratospheric ozone depletion…
Ocean acidification…
and an introduction of novel entities…
Like organic pollutants and radioactivity….
We have passed the point of mitigating the effects…