Climate Summit: a poem

Climate Summit

by Steven Mayers

A wake

of smoke, across

the Atlantic/Pacific behind

them, the World Leaders are

flown in, on Royal British Airways,

while workers stay on a super-spreader

cruise missile/ship on the Clyde to discuss not

only the future of the world they lead, but more

urgently the future of those outside the summit fortress.

Only those invited can attend the summit, the twenty-sixth

RoundUp© Conference of the Parties, while the rest

of us gather in the parched/rainy

streets.

World

Leaders speak of

Partnerships, their Commitment to

the “most Sustainable COP ever,” a COP

of all COPs to out-cop all others, an all-out COP out.

Boris wants to “secure a brighter future for children” inside/

outside the summit fortress

surrounded by

cops.

Joe

wants to

“build back better”

“green economy, and make trillions of greenbacks

selling green energy to us below—“God willing and with goodwill of neighbors.”

Xi may or may not attend the Summit, sending apologies

for emissions, and sends his greetings to

Trump.

Crown

Prince promises to be

“carbon neutral” by a date before he’s dead.

Pope (Francis) has decided that maybe the Earth

is sacred after all, a sister (not

mother and certainly

not Father) and not  

machine.

(He says nothing about children.)

The United

Conference Centre

on the Summit© commands stunning

views of the parched/drenched fields that

surround the city’s smokestack from atop the granite cliffs—Those

on the outside of the pay-wall tread water in the mote, our signs depicting flames.

Inside the Conference Centre on the Summit©, the language is difficult to decipher,

the carbon calculus complex—Leaders will be “delivering,

goals,” “securing net-zero degrees

is within reach,” drafting

questions that are

hard to say no

to.   

Outside

the walls of

the Conference on the Summit©, the rest

talk about air, about water, about soil, about

fire, about floods, about drought, about land we want back.

Inside, “every company, every financial team, every bank, every

investor, every Leader will need to manage the increasing

impacts of climate change—A win-win will

be negotiated among the

Leaders.

Outside,

we will burn,

drown, scream in silence.

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