The Climate Cheshire Cat

Breathe

as the world breathes.

Stand defiant in the hail

only to fall in the flood.

Hear them bicker

hands pressed on ears

like difficult children

who don’t yet realise

that the deaf still feel the heat.

Inescapable, it seeps into bones

Cracks in their faces, and books.

It licks their words

tilting its head and grinning!

A Climate Cheshire Cat

and he is not done.

Swiftly taking up each juicy morsel

until only dry bones remain.

“Oh, you think you can stop me?”

Like a joke that flew over the heads

of people black to white and all in between,

He laughs. He has won.