Climatic Ending

by Kenneth Vincent Walker / August 25th, 2019

As we revolve through
Thin air at roughly one
Thousand miles per hour,

While the breeze through
Our hair is barely moving
What ultimately matters.

If we relax for a moment
We could burst into flames.
If we’re lax in our judgment

Then
We ourselves are to blame.

For the planet is crying and
Dying before our very eyes.
So what will be our legacy,

That we did nothing but
Squabble over its veracity,
As the climate goes awry

When
We ourselves are to blame?

Kenneth Vincent Walker is a "New Formalist" Poet, Spoken Word Artist, Performer, and Author of BORDERLINE ABSURD (An Exercise in Rhyme and Reason), published by Poem Sugar Press 2015. Read other articles by Kenneth Vincent.

This article was posted on Sunday, August 25th, 2019 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.