In efface of ecological sanity and even decades-old market forces, the carbon-based life deform known as Donald Trump wants to bring back coal. I guess Trump’s century-old vaudevillian show wants to feature Mother Earth in blackface. Under his watch in Trump 1.0, he wanted something similar and a hundred coal plants closed. Even his second-hand vein attempt and uncanny ability to give people the shaft won’t bring back coal. This poem is an ode to the foolishness and 1984-esque plans to backtrack on renewable energy. Also, the title is a tip of the hat to the satirical, black comedy film, “Don’t Look Up,” which parodied climate-change denial.
Don’t Look Up, Sunny
Listen, sunny
Who wants
Renewable electricity
Lighting the way
What you need unquestionably
Is gas lighting
Even burned
As abate and switch
Back to coal
Does this seam crazy
The back wards of America
Enjoining that nuclear option
As enduring future be lies
The truth left underground
As the hole earth cries out
With the slickness of oil
From right to left
Save that whale blubber
Taken aback
Don’t look up, sunny
We know what is up
The knew down
