It´s cold outside
One little child is to blame for the decline of Ur, the Sumerian
city, over four thousand years ago.
One little child whose footprint is visible at the polar ice caps.
One little child is to blame for a spoiled vacation, a mudslide, for
tornadoes occurring with increasing frequency, for floods, for cracked
and dry soil.
One little child is to blame!
One little child, El Niño, surely we can’t blame ourselves for the
fact that this little one seeks us out in shorter and shorter increments
and with increasing intensity.
We thank the climatologists.
The weather body
forecast attempt for an invalid
at the end he will be cold
cold from his breath
down to his baby toe
these ice-age interims
bear a close resemblance to our current climate
the onset of the new ice age beckons
has been sending out its warming feelers for a long time
to warm our hearts but not the way we had in mind
The prime climate in the shelter of the earth dwellers
tourism looms and tries cannibalism
to answer the call of a humane self-perpetuating purger
no flesh far and no human wide
no sunworshippers laughing up their short sleeves
Planet Earth remaindered in the forecast
but where to emigrate to
don’t hesitate why not just
collect weather reports and be merry
it’s a conversational wellspring
an all-time favorite subject any hour of the day
And when time is up
with ice may come
something that is new
but today’s meteorological exchange rate
has no share in tomorrow’s market