a poem about the wind

oh my god have you heard the news? a reliable source told me:

the wind has died. no not died down

she died of exhaustion


pushed herself too hard

because we built these beautiful mills and turbines for her

and kept building them


she thought it was so nice

when we gave her these different names (mistral in france, tramontana in italy)

you don’t name things you don’t want to forget


the evening news lists exactly three consequences, very bothersome

“pollination, birds, sustainable energy, all needed the wind”

(the weatherman is sad at home, mourning earnestly)


personally, i think it’s very rude to think,

without even mourning her just a little,

“how can we do without whom we killed”

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