Leo Balsom

Global Warming

The iceberg splits open,
Like a hammer has struck it.
Ice blocks weakened by the second
Tip over into the water
And slowly melt away.

The environmentalist travels the roads
Tediously looking for an audience.
His bank balance is descending,
Like water trickling down a gradient plane
In the name of his futile quest.

The penguin breaks the water’s surface
Like an Olympic athlete in perfect form.
He seeks a new perch,
Constantly pestered by the sun,
For his old home has melted away.

The employee gets up to go to work
And climbs into his Cadillac-made tank.
Climbing high into his turret,
His target is not intentional,
But it is the environment.


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