The taiga burns, smoke
reaches over the Great Lakes
from Ontario,
envelopes the city.
Through smoke
the Sun blazes malevolently,
a cyclopean eye on the sky
in your photograph.
There are people
responsible for this.
Few if any of them will be inhaling
the smoke from the burning forests.
It's not their villages
that burn either,
beyond the wide waters.
It's always others paying the price.
They will gaze at bright,
benevolent Sun
from the windows
of their corporate jets,
high above the smoke,
like gods above the fires
separate, uncaring,
unconnected to humanity.
18.07.2026
Ei kommentteja:
Lähetä kommentti