Today it’s raining little puddles of forever chemicals

on the slow and languid, hardly shivering

river’s spine that holds two bodies of land together.

The world is being threatened from far across the pond,

past the reindeer and fjords, passed the tanks, the armed civilians,

by a cold and dark, incomprehensible son of Russia,

said to have no soul, Biden is well within the know.

Another Chernobyl, but twice the menace,

is within the sights of big guns, like a giant obelisk

needing to be prayed for,

a radioactive god who can save and kill the world.

The Ukrainians are fighting tooth and nail,

we join them from a distance, always a distance,

as not to frighten up the missiles, but the war has grown old.

Now a mere fleeting moment in the news reports,

a blurb between the mass shootings and the drying reservoirs

We will die by the poisoned rain, or none at all,

chemicals and carbon are now well within the water’s cycle,

all done by the hands of 3M and other chemical companies.

America, our attention span is ADHD and we think

In five minute segments, always a lover, never a husband,

always a flirt, but never a wife.

The news is bleak and goes on and on,

It seems that our societies have begun to fray and feather,

chaos in the heavens has birthed chaos

in what might be called the Favelas of Haiti.

God is still in the heavens, or so it seems,

we pray for His place within the world,

the place we once did spring from, despite

our best efforts to be done for.