Four hundred million years ago
In the late Devonian
Sunlight's energetic glow
Made the trees and forests grow
Rank and Amazonian.
Uprooted in some primal flood
Twig and branch and bole
Got buried in the murky mud
And turned into the blackened crud
That we now know as coal.
You can't make carbon disappear.
What alchemical Magus
Unleashes on the atmosphere
Six billion tons, each blessed year
To air-condition Vegas?
What goes around will come around
As a cyclone or tornado.
Just ask someone who almost drowned
Whose house was leveled to the ground
Like it was made of Play-doh.
And so the battle lines are drawn
Around each frozen Pole
All I can say is bring it on
Before the icecaps all are gone
I'm happy to enroll.