Icesense Poem by Douglas Scotney
Icesense
Rating: ★5.0
Uncanny memory
and science
tell us to control ice.
Science and sense
tell us we have been,
but with insensitive hands
that are hot-aridifying
and squeezing us
into pockets cooled by heating.
Life outside is being mass-extinguished
and fingers inside
are sensitively turning up the dial.
Sunday, February 12, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: future,science
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5/6/2024 4:47:22 PM # 1.0.0.1119
It seems the drug and the cold stuff need control