Greetings,
sun.
You have much
to see today:
360,000 babies
born –
most survive
to live in happiness –
but 7000 will
die
before the
moon:
hot and cold
winds of grief
will blow on
families on farms
and in the cities.
II
Are you the master
of a circus ring
of planets
that move demurely
through the
night of space
to a new
day’s dawn?
Are you feeling
piqued
by
competition from the Milky Way?
One hundred
billion solar systems?
(Did you
really see yourself
unique?)
III
May I nominate
you for a gong
from the
Melanoma Foundation,
or the Society
for Macular Degeneration
for keeping
them afloat?
And thank
you: you stimulate
our skins to
make – no bones about it –
Vitamin D, without
which –
no doubt
about it –
we’d have no
bones.
IV
You’re
burning fuel at a tremendous rate.
Might you
turn it down a jot?
A cut of 1%
would stop
our river
fish from dying,
our barrier
reef from growing weeds,
our brown
land from scorching,
our small
animals from death,
our forests
from inferno.
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