The New Vulcan

I dreamt I saw Vulcan the God of Fire in human shape;

I was walking in a forest drenched in rain;

He stood with arms extended crying;

The planet is rapidly heating and I am fearful;

Volcanoes cannot match spreading greenhouse gasses;

He is not the God of Volcanoes anymore;

And I rejoiced that my new faith will convert him.  

 

This heating world is the place for my beliefs;

And I have chosen to worship Climate Change;

Instantly I desired to demonstrate global warming to him;

And tell him I am willing to bear scoffers and sneerers;

And suffer beastly trolling for his sake;

And in my rejoicing my heart was beating very quickly.

 

I believe this new happiness is the getting of me;

Though not yet pleasant, for I am still learning joy;

Walking with the new Vulcan in the rain;

Feeling nervously happy and growing humble;

And I said that I did not deserve this happiness;

And the new Vulcan told me nor did he.

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