by Lee Nash
If the climate deniers are right
and it’s all a trivial matter of semantics
(I’m playing devil’s advocate),
let’s go home. Let’s leave a few romantics
to their hopeful protests. Light a new fire.
In Agbogbloshie, they’re doing just that:
burning the plastic off copper wire.
It’s got nothing to do with the climate, that.
Besides, it’s not my wire that’s burning,
not my appliance plugged into the grid,
not my government that’s not for turning.
It’s not my chart or my takeover bid.
I simply cannot see these things connected.
If I did, I would be disaffected.