I remember bones protruding from my leg,
the sight of my almost severed foot,
the pain, the sickening heat,
the words of the men in the ambulance:
"They will have to take off your leg."

Ever since
I have been stalked by an oppressive, unseasonable heat.
It triggers memories of the burning pavement:
my leg mashed; my life shattered.

It is hot.
I imagine that the weather that nurtures our shared global home
is being used as a weapon.
by men who think only of themselves.
They are manipulating the rain, snow, sun, and clouds.
They have triggered earthquakes.
They say they are developing defense strategies,
but in reality, they are playing a destructive game
for their own amusement.

Ask for sanctuary