inversion

if I could believe
myself wrong that the human
race is teetering
on the brink of extinction —
what a strange world that would be!

I guess this poem speaks for itself. The title must be worth a couple of words. My world view is itself an inversion of what passes for normal, since I am completely convinced that future climate change means a world more grim than anything anyone can remotely imagine. The stuff of science fiction. But it’s an enjoyable exercise to try and imagine myself wrong about that. I could be living in an inversion of the inverted world I live in. I dreamed of mass riots and anarchy, centered upon the town of Brighton on the south coast where, in reality, there is a relatively large LGBT community and the UK’s only Green Party Member of Parliament (Caroline Lucas).

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