• naheitzeg
  • A Language of Change
    by http://www.theguardian.com/environment/2015/jun/04/a-climate-change-poem-for-today-a-language-of-change-by-david-sergeant
    ‘as
    late capitalism writhed in its internal decision concerning whether
    to destroy Earth’s biosphere or change its rules’
    – Kim Stanley Robinson
    We’re
    sat by the ocean and this
    could be a love poem; but that lullaby murderer
    refuses each name I give it
    and the icebergs seep into our sandwiches,
    translated by carbon magic. And even this might be
    to say too much. But the muse of poetry
    has told me to be more clear – and don’t,
    s/he said, for the love of God, please, screw things up.
    Ambiguous, I didn’t reply; as we’re sat
    by the ocean and I could make it
    anything you wanted, for this moment
    of speaking – but we have made it
    something forever. Together
    the weather
    is a language we can barely understand;
    but confessional experts detect
    in the senseless diktat of hurricane
    a hymning of our sins, our stupid counterpoint.
    Love has served its purpose, now must be
    transformed by an impersonal sequester
    of me into the loves I will not see,
    or touch, or in any way remember.
    Perhaps it was always like this – take my hand,
    horizon – ceding this land.
    ***