What is it with those weathermen that now

they want to give a name to every storm?

Do they believe that this will humanise

the winds and floods left trailing in their wake?

And will a cutesy designation serve

to moderate the mindless potency

that rips the very rooftop from our home?

Shall we just smile when rivers burst their banks

to fill the house with all that endless ooze,

and say it’s only Fergus, how can he be blamed?

But if the naming were more apposite,

like Lucifer or Satan that might help

to indicate the chaos they will bring.

Or go one further, portion out the blame,

say this one comes from burning all that coal,

and that one’s oil; who knew what it would cost?

But fill my tank and stoke the factory fires,

delve ever deeper, seek out the reserves,

to keep me in the bubble we have built,

and let our children’s children pay the price.