CLIMATE CHANGE | DYSTOPIC POETRY
The Big Fry
A poem about a potential future
It will be rather cool today 104 Fahrenheit tops that will be the noon peak before it later drops
Cool air from the South Pole will steal some of the heat away allow us all to take a breather until we are at the same again
It is not bad here in Antarctica during winter temps drop to 55 if only it was not dark all day but it’s only here we can survive
The rest of Earth is a waste land all other continents are frying the Arctic and Greenland are done everything’s dead there or dying
The rich do not fare much better most escaped to the rusty planet they live like rats in domed cages some took their lives from panic
The millionaires traveled farther reached the Jupiter system Ganymede, Callisto and Europa each for a $50 million ticket
Word is that many have died Jupiter’s radiation is strong most did not wear proper suits when they went out for a stroll
Finally, the billionaires of Earth all boarded a generational ship for an exoplanet with bio-gases these passengers will never reach
After a hundred generations their distant descendants will see if the $1 billion ticket was worth it or if it was a rich fool’s dream
As for all of us who were left here we will soon need to move south again to the South Pole, the last frontier it seems there we will all meet our end
A poem by Nikolaos Skordilis, inspired by the poem Melting Moments by David Rudder. This is a post-apocalyptic poem about another, quite more unlikely potential future:
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