You’re never gonna believe this
but we’re still here.
The climate changed and we got hotter
the ice melted and we got wetter.
all the flowers wilted
then the earth tilted.
Everything was difficult
It sorted itself out after a fashion
for a while.
Folk stopped being scared,
were greedy again.
for the planet
so the whole rigmarole
is about to begin again.
Futuro (son of Chaos. son of Stupid)
at dVerse Grace gave us a wonderful long poem written by Ben Burke as a letter to himself from the future. The prompt for us was to do the same, to answer this question: How weird will the future be? I decided to write a letter from my great-great-grandson, instead of from myself, which wouldn’t be very interesting.