Albatross

The wind howls

as the environment scowls

on ersatz man

who can

only cower

At nature’s power.

His tower

shiny and new

may see him through

But the old gods wait

And ‘tis getting late.

Thor raises his hammer

Drowning out the yammer

Of man who plays on the Titanic’s dek

an albatross about his neck.

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