Floods and Fires
We don’t have that much land
and we forget the vastness
of the ocean, but it does not
forget us, angry and sacred,
swirling our waste in a rage
and hurling it back. Earth
wants to reclaim the Earth.
We burn it for fuel;
soon we will be fuel.
We are fools, dinosaurs–
but they die by a star,
and we, by our fire.
About the Author: James Croal Jackson is a Filipino-American poet who works in film production. His latest chapbooks are A God You Believed In (Pinhole Poetry, 2023) and Count Seeds With Me (Ethel Zine & Micro-Press, 2022). Recent poems are in Beltway Poetry Quarterly, Little Patuxent Review, and The Round. He edits The Mantle Poetry from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. (jamescroaljackson.com)
Image Credit: Marcus Larson “Steamer in Flames” Public domain image courtesy of Artvee.
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