Seasons of Death 

Seasons of Death 

We’re used to thinking of winter,
And fall, as the seasons of death
But summer’s being added to this list

As heatwaves turn the wheat fields black
And cities become ossuaries

Mountains, forests, water…
Even clouds are being burnt
You’ve read it in the papers
By the pictures of the thermokarst

And children being killed
In concentration camps
Forced to spend the nights
On burnished concrete, under lights,

The light is burning, also

 

Elliot Sperber is a writer, attorney, and adjunct professor. He lives in New York City and can be reached at elliot.sperber@gmail.com and on twitter @elliot_sperber

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