Weather Terrorism - Poem by Laura McCullough
A chimpanzee raised by humans
bit the finger off a visitor
and had to be sent to a zoo.
Later, his owner came to visit
with a birthday cake
which so enraged the other chimps,
they broke through their cages
and chewed his face off,
and, I’m told, one foot.
What could cause such anger
if that is what it was? In the news
tonight there will be a report
like last night’s report,
then, the weather
which will inform you of your risk:
rain, heat, bad air particles, volcanoes,
snow storms, what water can kill
coming down from the mountains,
and if you are in a threat area.
In windows, watch the electric
candles light up;
they can’t be blown out,
and on the streets,
behind every gate,
someone is lurking,
gnawing their knuckles,
waiting for you
to make a generous mistake.
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