TWO POEMS
Gobble: a song of climate change
As I roll three buckets of waterin a wheelbarrow down the driveto water grass above a retaining wall,a wild turkey crosses in front of me,nervous, edible, a male, yo bro,we’re a team. The grass is dying,so’s the turkey, yo everything, we’re a team.There’s a drought, the sky is naked,everyone can see it not raining,how do you offer the sky a glass of water,a turkey a glass of Wild Turkey,how rude, yo bro, let’s get wasted,go team. I’m wondering if we’ve killed the sky.The grass says yes, turkey bro doesn’t know,the water table (and chairs) says duh,science—fun when it explodesand plays with nematodes—is getting stonedand nodding its head, yo facts and figuresand test tubes and interferometers, we’re a team.I’ve heard turkeys are stupidbut it’s people who say thisand people who are unhappywith the world as it comes to us, yo bulldozers,two-for-one sales, unrepairable Apple everything:thank you for your destructive service,please stop being on our team. Be carefulwhat you don’t know how to wish for: human modesty,for rain rain to not go away, for peopleto wake up and smell the methane,yo desperate times, meet desperate measures,red rover red rover, send overthe do-over: go back, go team, go green.
