Dams soon will empty their winter-mad snows.
Glaciers mop noonday sun from their solitary brows.
Mass polar layoffs turn vast tundra to swamp. The alabaster breakers of peaks drown in dust. Crystalline waves burning antiquitous air conditioners Smell cathedrals of wind that break in their throat. Iceberg lungs collapse into sky bombs arrest. Water with its suitcase of thirst weeps On its long barefoot walk to the sea.