the sad advent calendar
the sad advent calendar
every degree of warming
every centimetre
of ice collapse
of sea rise
stations on the cross that we have to bear
there are more stations than there are trains
express trains running away
the bridge on the river why collapses
there is no way back
enjoy the ride
ticking off the eye-spies
the slow immersive
boiling of the crabs
the winds of change are blowing
the wind farms generate more ire than fire
deforestation of the mind’s serotonin
self-harm the new religion
the rash of stigmata of the icons
is purloined by death
the deserts are flooded
the rivers run dry
grave diggers are digging their own epitaphs
the grass has withered
it is time
it is time
the book of the train of thoughts is finished
the engines of doom are underlined
at the end of the platform
all change all change
this train terminates here
it’s the end of the line
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