As the Permafrost Goes


Hens will lay eggs hard-boiled,
cows produce pasteurized milk,
and fish bob up, grilled to perfection.

Veggies will pre-steam in the garden,
tea water constantly boil,
and cigarettes light by themselves.

Winters will be clothing-optional,
ski slopes retrofitted into zany
mudslides, and igloos and polar bears

rendered N/A. As the permafrost goes,
people will ask why it took so long,
given so little effort required,

for global warming to snowball.
But we'll have what we wanted:
a post-tropical paradise where life

is a rotisserie of delights with sin
forever moot: why fear Hell, having
come to enjoy its temperature?