Global Warming

I saw a river of corn sucked out of the ground
and men — miles high — tearing at the edge of a hole in the sky.
A ridge of ice dripped away in the summer sun
while starlings swallowed New York.
But the people laughed
at a clown who could eat 300 hot dogs
and pray
and mispronounce his mother’s name —
all at the same time.
“The end of the world is near!” I cried,
and the band played a merry tune
while we danced.