As the future comes,
your future, our future,
the future of those unborn,
They will not be able to breathe.
We will have destroyed the canopy
that gave life to you and me.
For what? For greed. For vanity.
What can we tell them? What can we say?
As the future comes,
your future, our future,
the glaciers have melted,
the salmon died,
the polar bears starved,
the floods arrived.
Places where we built cities
to the edge of water
are gone now,
have disappeared.
The whales, the fish, the beautiful sea,
will be throwing up garbage
of plastic on beaches,
trying to cleanse itself.
Perhaps,
over generations and centuries,
enough will be destroyed
that those who are left, will learn reverence
for all living things on Earth.
The balance of life is intertwined,
our futures conjoined as one,
and what we do to the rest of it
kicks the guts of our daughters and sons.
cfblack 08-26-2019
Doctor Grandma 
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