fire

the whales know truth
about the hairless biped.
a despotic ape.

the air thin like hope.
lungs sucking flames of fire.
no end to despair.

in a dyson sphere
the warm days would never end.
future hopes and dreams.

tiny snow crystals
sharp as knives, cold as your heart.
my hearth not burning.

many are scrounging.
looking for diamonds in trash.
hoarding their money.

to negotiate
with despotic old white men.
not even trying.