Inside a snow-globe an engine hums
like a hamster-wheel. Feed it,
it runs faster, pushes hard rattling air around
the globe, cracking ice like glass. Belts break,
flail loose, free ends spiral into monsters
we name: Katrina, Harvey, Maria.
Spun-off sparks kindle the Western States
while a polar front slashes ice and snow across Dixie
warmer, but more powerful
like that bear, still terrible in its dying
claws stretched to strike and kill.
We should have starved that machine.
We should have saved the bear.
Available! High-Voltage Lines, Knocking from Inside
Thursday, December 28, 2017
Fire in a Snow-Globe
Labels:
free verse,
poetry
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Oh this is marvellous and so is your blog. I will come back.
Thank you.
Kenza.
https://smiledustblog.wordpress.com
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