This poem is from the July 7, 2015 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from
thnidu. It has been sponsored by LJ user Ng_moonmoth.
"Habitat Foreclosure"-- a vembletroonNincompoops in power cannot do the math of water shortages:
It's farms and factories at fault, not homes.
Take this to the bank: habitat foreclosure is at hand, aquifers running dry, glaciers absent without leave, and doom gathering in every empty lake.
Fracked! Cracked! Thanks to this, the water that remains is no longer potable.
Idiots.
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Notes:"Habitat foreclosure" is a phrase I coined some years ago to describe situations where environmental changes make an area unsuited for human residence. This is happening in parts of China, Russia, Africa, etc. where settlements are being abandoned due to drought, dust storms, and other problems which have exceeded feasible coping strategies.
Read about the
vembletroon form.
The
West Coast drought is behind the water shortages, but the highest demand is not from individual use but from
industrial and agricultural uses. Therefore the problem cannot be solved by individuals or cutting municipal supplies.