Climate Grief
I wake and the world is on fire
And each night I think, tomorrow things will change
Tomorrow I will do something
Tomorrow will be different
But then I see us walking all
In footsteps wreathed in flame
And the laughing breath of fire
Tongues the softness of the earth
It burns to hard, unforgiving rock
Exhaling ashes that we let pile
In our gaping mouths
So drown, they tell me,
If you are sick of fire
And I ask where
When all the oceans are dry
I cry at night the tears
Rising like steam from my pillow
And I think tomorrow things will be different
Tomorrow I will do something
Tomorrow we will all do something
And then I wake up
And the world is on fire
Hannah Madonna is a writer from the southern United States whose work often explores nature, feminism, and living with anxiety and depression. She works as a reference librarian in a public library and starts an MFA program in 2020. Her poems have appeared in Vamp Cat Magazine, The Wild Word, and Cauldron Anthology. Find her on twitter @hannahwritegood crying about something or sharing pictures of her cat.
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