Polemic 03 Hot Air Poem by Stewart McKenzie

I, who have seen Times Square,
Rivers of light, red and white,
On twelve lane superhighways,
The glitter of nightside earth from seven miles high,
With never a quiver,
Woke one night alone in deep country
To see a single light bulb burning
In the darkness of the facing hillside,
And I panicked,
Thinking that the earth was burning.

Now the sea ice is melting,
And England may become as cold as Sweden
From these fires we have lit.