Expiration Date

Here I sit bemused…
    by the entrails of time

like a frozen drop of mist
    saddled astride an ice sheet
        waiting to slither across the earth

like a tsunami in-waiting
    for the shuffle of tectonic plates

and you ask the question…
    10 times, 100 times and a 1000 times over
        'did you know of global warming?'

like an endless echo in an echo-less chamber
    the connection between question and answer
        split asunder forever by the prism of reflection

and reality ceases to be