Global Warming

IF I had but one glass that would lure our minds into

The glorious past, or a green spell with which to cast one more glance

 Onto The sight of our common History, it won’t be on a barren desert with Dragon flies touring dead tree trunks and flitting from leaf to leaf.

IF I had one last tear with which to assuage our thirsty earth or

 One croaking voice with which to deafen this barren world.

It won’t be for the millions of Jews

 Sleeping in the

 Arms of Hitler or

The lifeless                             bodies processed             

       By the guillotine.                It would be             for the smallest

               Herb unplanted            and the            weakest shrub

                           Uprooted      from hill        to hill.

                                                 If I had    but a

                                                  Glass

                                                 To view