In Tragedy Let There Be the Economy
We must pay to drink our own water,
obtain our own kindling at a price.
The ice cube I live on is melting, news is.
Its not-slow transition doesn’t discomfort me.
If I allow you some time, you too can learn
its transformation story, learn it and love it
while lagoon-water splashes in a plastic tray.
Soon freezers will be christened ‘museums’
and we’ll pay or prove residency to visit ice.
I give it a week before the sun is freeze dried
into radiant lunchables for the kids. The kids!
Go forth, reap honey, lemons, herbal nostalgia.
I’ll share my popsicle dos, don’ts, how-tos
as well as gift you the gift of time although
it is miniscule next to the slow march which
hasn’t been much of a march since the floats
were repurposed as buoyancy rides by Citi.
I see your pain and suggest you freeze it.
Money buys everything they said it wouldn’t.
A gross fortune will wrangle even the yous
buying everything. Whoever lists Earth
on the market need clarify it’s a fixer-upper.