global ashes

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because his science is fiction
   his friends pay-to-dose us
   his meme really savor that fossil fuel
   his pyro-ego is the new hell

(because things have grown so
big, so big, no air to think. . .)

it started dead center where
the dizzy particles are dense
and lunar rays pierced atoms
enraged at their perversions,
horrified by apathy, then fused
with the rising poison content.

(so much happens, it's dark, and it's
too fucking late. . .)

the river is oh, on fire, on fire.
now I must scream because he's
inside the cone with agent 99,
cannot hear me, will not hear
the hawks combusting on their
fly-overs. the willow's switches

(the man is Idiot in Wonderland but
sly, yes, there's a difference. . .)

sizzling down like dry fuses toward
the trunk's green core, oozing
out onto the blackened ground.
god smells the smoke through
the ozone holes, signals help
but the court's already ruled.

(but money buys everything but
a heart, no hearts for sale, nor
brains, apparently. . .)

river is angry, all the way
to its corrupted banks & down
to the bottom-feeders looking
for exits beneath the mud,
while earth-dwellers consider
the flames. a faulty chemistry.
because we did nothing.