Shrinking Lanscapes Poem by Stan Petrovich

Cluttered with the final blocks of glaciers
The Beaufort Sea, rotten ice,
Unlike the solid Antarctic
Settlied down like a swollen glabrous
Skin, solidly couching the earth,
Steadfast in polarity (for now) :
When the heat from the bowels of the Amazon
Contrives to smolder over Europe & North America,
The creatures of the south shall come north...
Our disadvantage is the crops that will wither,
As our minds melt in the confusion
Of this dire prediction.