Poem about the Environment

I have written the awful poem to rescue nature,
a poem that starts: Alaska’s melting.

The poem walks like a toddler wielding an axe.

It exaggerates. After which our houses will burn.

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Some Sundays, my congregation needs a word that’s more raw than polished.

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