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how long do we have left?

by 2050 it will be irreparably altered, irreversibly hurt

pushed off-kilter by an immense human effort

the wound of it inflamed and constantly expanding

swallows whole the menial, meagre steps attempted to halt what

cannot be stopped

the reefs will wither, die and be a ghost, a skeletal reminder

floods and droughts walk hand in hand across the surface of the land

and take and give the worst of what

gives any one thing its one life

i am sick to the stomach to read about this

about how 24 species go extinct each day

and how temperatures will be unbearable before i reach my parent's age

the age of hope dies with the tiger

soon and sooner yet the fish have stopped migrating up the river

what's the sense in swimming anymore

if you can drift like wood down to the graveyard-reefs

be yet another carbon thing that heats the world a little more

decaying, metaphorically

upon the unmade, empty sea-bed