global warming activism II (a poem)

 black-swooping over a land of no ice

I will reincarnate as a corvid

(don't know what kind nature will provide)

I will fly and see your body lying bloated

I will alight and eat your eyes

in compassion I will feed and they will be gone

no one will ever again see as you did

did you hide in a bunkered place?

that lasted you for years the door too thick for pounding

then you died and got thrown out,

a body will smell up a dead place fast

and there it lies outside

nothing particular about eyes

just easiest to pull out, skin is tougher

did you die innocent outside?

poor soul none of us are innocent

you scrabbled then your kids killed you

after all you cursed their lives first

and they left you uncovered

nothing particular really about how we see

all of us saw the world the same way

only one life is pledged though

being a corvid doesn't seem bad

but only one life to remove this way of seeing

then go on and let it go, let it rot in the heat

and fly and see something else at last