Delicate Transmission - Climate

Stood for pictures at the park

Left them screaming for a lark

Made some food for those tiny monarchs

And we heard all the bugs skitch

Right after it got dark

Ate some take out

Watched some news

Tweaked the settings on the snoo

Took the children to the zoo

Painted the kitchen a new hue

It was kind of a

Spanish gray

A knife

Locked door

Tired boots

Near the hand

In the neighbor’s den

«Don't go»

Thoughts and bile

Parasite in the peristyle

Intuition of ours and hours

Batten the hatch

And batten the eyes

Thoughts and bile

Parasite in the peristyle

Buried under the bough

Batten the hatch

And batten the eyes

Thoughts and bile

Parasite in the peristyle

Son

We’ll find

Our way out

Surely