Cluttered with the final blocks of glaciers
The Beaufort Sea, rotten ice,
Unlike the solid Antarctic
Settlied down like a swollen glabrous
Skin, solidly couching the earth,
Steadfast in polarity (for now) :
When the heat from the bowels of the Amazon
Contrives to smolder over Europe & North America,
The creatures of the south shall come north...
Our disadvantage is the crops that will wither,
As our minds melt in the confusion
Of this dire prediction.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Scary future indeed. Sadly this poem is very true. Thank you for share.