windmills

Like sentinels

guarding against a too hot future

of unpredictable misery

flash floods and tsunamis

 

like the one that hit Asia

in 2004, uprooting homes and lives

as a weeder does weeds

human lives have become dispensable?

 

Mine and yours, at the precipice

of an impending tragedy, of land, water

or air that was recently contaminated

by a virus, beyond repair –

 

are we as a species?

Amidst it all, stands the windmill

And solar panels in dramatically uniform array

Like soldiers arranged as in the Roman artillery

 

Not tragic but revolutionary.