What they call acts of god

How gorgeous is the snow and deadly.
�The roads are gone under its drifts.
�Hundreds of thousands without power
�in a frozen world where the wind
�howls like a pack of coywolves.

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Already hypothermia fatalities
�mount — which is to say, huddling
�under blankets the old, the frail,
�babies shivered, stopped shivering
�and froze to death.

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It costs too much to bury over-
�head lines, the power company
�officials say, who never went
�without water, without light
�never cowered in the frigid dark:

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decisions made by those whom
�they do not impact, do not kill.
�We don’t believe in climate
�change and besides, the cost
�benefit ratio does benefit us.

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Drought from agribusiness stealing
�water. Lawns green in suburban
�desert. Houses washed away from
�cheaply done levees. In New Orleans
�rebuild for the rich and tourists

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and let the ninth ward rot into weeds.
�Insurance companies hope you’ll
�grow senile before they pay.
�Politicians sit on money to rebuild.
�And we call these natural disasters.

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