I run hot in a cold country,

heard a butch poet today,

ran hotter. Her hairline’s

a protest, she fights my fight

and even I flinch at her use of line

breaks. A statement in every

full stop, the world fears her

jawline. She could take this town,

this country, your body.

What’s being queer got to do with climate change?

Ask a Roman when their empire  

fell off the earth. Ask her across the street

who tosses the word gay

like a can out a car window.

Bold print says World on Fire. I say

the Ice Age is creeping near

and the warmth of our neighbours

dropping a degree each year.