Heatwave

A poem about warming global temperatures, of different sorts.

“A view from a side street on St. Paul's Cathedral in London” by Eduard Militaru on Unsplash

Desert recasts itself
Amongst the weary

Dystopian domes; now
Gleaming grey, candles call

Out to the heavens:
Recall your daylight!

It blisters ground, we see
So many things

Melting, we’d rather not
See, these men turn to tyrants.

And women too. Their skeletal
Values shrink under hot lights

And light fires — our breath
Blows out

Unfailingly. Exasperated
Winds gather

And we find ourselves
Meeting, at the equator,

At the line in the sand.

Props to Ted Hughes — Heatwave. We’re burning alive in the South East of England… in the Western Hemisphere… at the moment. Not sure it’s just the heat of summer? #politics