Spawn of our love for ease and oil,
what rough beast slouches inward?
Naming the storm does not
tame a monster born of industry,
fathered by greed, nursed on ignorance.
Nor will our awful offspring
apologize for the drownings.
We did not dream it would outgrow
its warm saltwater womb
delivering cyclones and floods
that devour us, our fields, and farms.