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May 22, 2017 | by  | in Poetry |
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Suiga o le Tau: About Climate Change

They turned the sky over

And its tears became a tangle of inflected waves

Riding the houses and palm trees,

Playing rugby on the pavements and shouting “TRY!” as they crashed onto newly-sealed roads,

Carrying fridges and television sets and pieces of little children into fishing nets that were pretending to be volley nets for the sake of the tourism industry

 

They turned the hand-me-down the right way around

And the inflection became a reflection

That poured down into empty tin cups

And put out mosquito coils

As they formed puddles that mimicked

the faces of a fed-up, over-fed, not-in-a-Disney-animated-film ocean

That was on the verge of regurgitating the propaganda of Western aid

 

My home crumbled into confused fragments

Which international forums, the US, and China put into a professionally sealed envelope

And promptly stopped giving a fuck about.

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