Love Poem in a Time of Climate Change (Sonnet I)
after Pablo Neruda
O Ertha: my planet, my brine, my shelter,
let me extract your hidden fossil fuels,
let my engines burn in your biosphere,
let me detonate in your cavernous womb.
O let the whaling ship of my skeleton
harpoon your ancient salty flesh,
let the callous chainsaws of my hands
clear your old growth trees for timber.
O let my industry unlock your minerals,
let me fondle your fetish commodities
until we reach the zone of uncertainty.
O Ertha, ravage me with your extreme weather,
infect me with your diseases, if you must,
just let me exceed my take, my love, once more.about the author