The Question?
(by inspiration of William Blake's poem Tyger Tyger, Joyce Kilmer's poem Trees, and also
by instigation: Tom Ashbrook's On Point radio show December 17 2015)
Flower, oh flower, blooming bright
right now, in December-- can this be right?
What dreadful global warming scenario
bringeth forth thy blooming forsythia show?
Seeing thou art burst forth in such unseasonable way,
does this portend some looming climate change fray?
Tell me, as thou doest spring forth in this untimely glee,
did we who spew the carbon sprout thee?
Forsythia's answer:
I think that I shall never see
a human so clueless and careless as thee.
The world is fouled by fools like you,
but only God can explain what the hell you do.
Glass Chimera
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