Climate Change

Bright white scuds overhead, if you look bluewards
You'd be surprised, as though God had his finger on fast-forward.
Buildings have skin grafts, scaffolding unfacing fronts.
Workmen orange-capped and plastic sheeting flapping.
If you're not part of the solution you're part of the
World. The writers at least are laughing, pens behind ears,
They've got stories now to outlast their last. Tragedies galore,
Human, animal, mineral, take your pick, all must have prizes.