Global Warning

Laboring glaciers calve daily now, out of season
and unattended.

Backed into birthing fjords, they nurse contractions
like gravid matrons at the last lying-in.

The parturitions are massive easements
of broken water and ice.

The great, wet calvings wheeze, churn, and capsize,
streaming amniotic seas, then settle in their tepid estuaries.

They blink and rise and fall, pushing walls of
slushy sibling ahead of them.

They will not sail to open water or threaten shipping.
Their hearts are brine already.

The cow herself weeps milky rivers in their wake,
no happier than her unhappiest child.