After bombs away dropped from the skies

a (gallows humor) skiers delight
what formidable nuclear winter
a catastrophic climate disruption
following a large-scale nuclear war,
where massive amounts
of smoke and soot
from burning cities
rise into the stratosphere,
blocking sunlight,
causing severe global cooling
(sub-freezing temperatures
even in summer),
prolonged darkness,
reduced rainfall,
and widespread crop failure,
leading to global famine
and potentially billions of deaths
from starvation, this
"anti-greenhouse" effect
can last for years,
destroying food chains,
depleting the ozone layer,
and causing mass extinctions
in more succinct terms
to the remote chance
if one or more survivor
said beastie boy, in dire straits
along with any foo fighting
house of lords survivor
plus all other village people
will be severely tested
when major spell
of human caused ice age cometh
impossible mission
to stave off
absolute zero temperatures
analogous to "Fools rush in
where angels
(if any manage
to wing the apocalypse) fear to tread"
observing bipedal hominids
trying desperately to gather
rosebuds where they may
unaware impetus of dire straits
clocked magnitudes faster
than damn the torpedoes
humanity essentially doomed -
linkedin to planetary
phenomena on a frozen tear
traveling Wilburys reach End of the Line
exceed lightspeed courtesy atomic blast
a forlorn hope where Earth
becomes block of ice
whereat unleashing
the atomic bomb,
proves to any pockets
of any holed up aggressors
in their respective bunkers
"indifference to the fate
of the human race",
and the "inhuman
and immoral results
of [...] pure research".

Moot point where one eye blink
markedly to slow to evacuate
thus majority of flora and fauna
slated to freeze instantaneously to death
vaguely analogous to become rock solid clay
as if all things bright and beautiful
plus all things wise
and wonderful perfectly preserved
frozen in time
looking on the bright side
suspended animation halts
more than tooth decay
where random hot pockets
of earthlings aghast
where and when the final countdown
rendered uninhabitable planet Earth distinct
forcing every man, woman,
and child within the human league
incumbent on their own instinct
availing courtesy mother nature
and father winter the baddest and biggest
webbed wide world skating rink.

Where Homo sapiens
not outright incinerated
(cue the refrain burn baby burn)
their lovely bones affixed to their last concern
maybe watching a dystopian fiction
starring Laura Dern
skeletal fingers reaching hold
of a disintegrated bottle for heartburn
while countless miles away in Pangburn
most commonly refers
to a small city in White County, Arkansas,
(the little town that time forgot
and the years could not improve)
where a population of about 500
took shelter in an intact
house of worship
said place-name also a surname
of English origin
(a variant of Pangborn),
and in some contexts,
refers to "Pangburn Philosophy,"
a former promotion company
for intellectual/speaker events.

No matter unseasonably
blustery that essentially
eventless day March like weather
prevailed across my neck of the woods
(Southeastern Montgomery County, Pennsylvania)
and across the main body
of these United States of America
particularly original Thirteen Colonies
global warming alive and well,
and promised to return
with a vengeance
accompanied courtesy powerful
thermal currents from blasts
after station identification.

With seconds to spare
myself and the missus
hunted around our domicile
for survivalist kit
in the event of twelve o'clock midnight
our pertinent ice age accouterments;
gear up as soon as possible
with suitable and necessary arctic trappings
having accessed earlier without delay
h-t-t-p-s colon forward slash forward slash
ice-trek dot com/equipment-guide.

Researchers elsewhere across the globe
used data on Earth's orbit
to find the historical warm
interglacial period that looked
most like the current one
and predicted that the next ice age
would usually begin within 1,500 years,
unbeknownst to majority of folks
moments prior oblivious
and happy go lucky individual
leading a charming existence.

Now back to regularly scheduled program
donned and trumpeted as poetic blurb.

Prior to the most feared
diabolically biblical abhorrent catastrophe
an incumbent onus brought about
a hasty seminar of global leaders
warranted immediate action
linkedin to so called saber “rattling”
to stem tide of global warming
or erect breakers to thwart dire crisis,
cuz figurative and literal tsunami
in the offing gathering strength.

Plethora of humans (think overpopulation)
directly linkedin to planet Earth dire strait
re: environmental catastrophe, née debacle
teeters along brink tipping point inevitably
pitching civilization headlong into oblivion
Homo sapiens (minus those living off grid)
admirably self sufficient unto themselves,
perhaps ecological intentional community
while yours truly, one guilt ridden wordsmith
laments impacting minimal carbon footprint
(courtesy these thankful little feet size nine+)
nonetheless psychological torment wracks
lovely bones garden variety/generic human
specifically comprising complex edifice me
Matthew Scott Harris riven with loathsome
abomination, constipation, indignation, et al
mustered, tethered, yoked into capitalistic,
commercialistic, consumeristic ditto et alia
versus altruistic holistic, simplistic again re:
call synonymous words regarding contrast
between belching, exhausting, and polluting
(naming three adjectives describing impact
predominantly nsync with prophetic albeit,
profit oriented profligate, profane paradigm
unleashing immense global carbon emissions.

Paradoxical as the following might seem
thee most brutal winter
since the dawn of civilization
spawned furious blizzard tornadoes that
great slabs of ice thrust
from Perkiomen River
competing forces did deliver
contraction and expansion
giving yours truly,
a frightened shiver
hurled with heft of Goliath
smashed into a bajillion pieces,
akin to alms giver
momentarily, sans freeze-
frame (courtesy John "J." Geils ghost)
suspended, hallucinated
me accursed and destined,
grim fate akin to drunk Mini driver
city, videre licet frozen blocks buzz
feeding frigid air, a sliver
of Ice Age dam axed
face of Paul R. Vortex
as he launched a
thousand shrieking banshees,
an narrow escape as I did quiver,
hence explaining thunderous crash heavily
argh...no time to mull
battering (ramming analogous to
more'n one angry red bull)
Highland Manor Apartments
little imagination needed
to envision skull
and crossbones harkened full
Nelson deathly hallowed
grip inescapable pull
aghast and petrified to brimful
(of mine non hull
king manhood down
to the last drop),
nonetheless didst cull
atavistic adrenaline
laden fight flight, never a dull
moment whirling as
a "FAKE" undercover agent
with an off humorous bent
(what, that might earn me ten cent),
plus considering myself civil gent
(yea, really no time asper hero to invent,
such as the unassuming Clark Kent),
ah...wishful thinking misspent
mere seconds to spare sought
shelter in makeshift tent
deep sea diving into blanketed warmth
this whimpering poet went
as far as possible
from The Gulag Archipelago
(an unimaginable hell on earth -
where many dissidents
got sent and never returned
such as one of the most famous
who did survive
the brutal Russian work camps
Aleksandr Isayevich Solzhenitsyn
(11 December 1918 – 3 August 2008).

Impossible mission to uncouple accountability,
(no matter minuscule - veritable drop within
figurative bucket when quantity contrasted/
compared alongside industrial waste courtesy
major corporations), yet helplessness prevails
survival (mine) inextricably bound trappings
twenty first century allow, enable, and provide
exploiting even dollop so called nonrenewable
resources, I could sacrifice corporeal entity -
body, mind and spirit within eye-blink exhales
last breath before becoming repurposed - inert
cremated ashes randomly scattered across all
points encompassing terrestrial world wide web.