global warning

global warning 

one day and soon the frogspawn will not arrive

in the spring of a child’s jam jar

there will be two rats in the gutter

where there used to be one

we will bump into each other running

in different directions

or we will somnambulate dazed

feeling for the Braille watermark

on the tides of our stupidity 

the slag of the old furnaces will melt again

and call down the mettle of our excuses

and find them a brittle bridge to an uncertain future

where we once grew up and went out into the world

and returned weary in age to our fireside chair 

now we hide under our bought blankets

even as the moths around the light 

  that we aver does not burn 

eat away at that pastiche blanket

to reveal a burning juggernaut bearing down

and our shadow 

pinioned against the black wall of space

sees in a flash our world burnt away

and every tombstones of remembrance

is but a puff of smoke