| Jamie Morton |
Global Warming
read by jamie morton Imagine losing the British Museum. Original manuscripts, Vaults of culture and knowledge, Ancient, yellowed phone books, The last living record of names and dates Floating on the flushed ocean, Pages fragile, wet, and spread. Imagine seeing honey-warm faces, Doe eyes and flat noses above Yellowed water; tiny hands Bearing baskets and barrels Above the silt-filled flood. Imagine watching the ices melt, The waters creeping up sea walls Like tidal thieves cartwheeling Their way into the land-bound's greatest banks. Imagine watching TV As the world turns to water Around us.
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