Echo Elegy (Tanka)

We bleed salt and ice—
Mournful echoes of glaciers—
Seven sunburns deep,
We lance seven blisters smooth:
Heat domes in the skin-light dawn.

What I’m Reading:

“And if the urgency of a subject were indeed a criterion of its seriousness, then, considering what climate change actually portends for the future of the earth, it should surely follow that this would be the principal preoccupation of writers the world over— and this, I think, is very far from being the case.”

—Amitav Ghosh / The Great Derangement