Permafrost

Dying to feed us all, the planet beset,

This massive bend, stone curve, big drop

We have flown above mellifluous earplug hours

Enjoying inexplicable contusion of stars

And below orange clusters of megacities years

Microscopic at the porthole in close dark,

Imagining ice plains where no one may land

Or ever visited, so far from our landing.

O we say and what now of this to be

That kept us once awake with science names,

Now permafrost thaws, gases sky rise,

Waters swell up from under, heat expanding

As the moon softly in its cloud

Beckons us away from lunacy.