Although we understood
perfectly
how aviation warms the world
we are the roiling gods and flew
to lie upon a hot beach
offer our bodies to the sky
drink retsina and read
the terrible news
No need for thunderbolts
When wild fire
threatened the resort
hung fire and threaded
smoke across the roofs
and through the rooms
of waitresses and children
the terrible priests
conjured still more planes
and flew us home23.vii.2023