Night on Rescue

Global warming... I think :P

Night won’t save anyone from heat.
Night won’t save the joker with his hollowed-out earlobes.
It won’t stop the horse from slipping between
holes in the shadows of his hairy pasture. Night spits
clouds that recycle raindrops for next year’s life
forms to gather nourishment in attempt to survive the hot
winters so they can destroy the cycles.
Night flies over birds, breaking glass
destinies by freezing and heating until the shell cracks.

Night won’t save anyone from smog.
Night won’t save the gray whale with his hooked spout.
It won’t keep the fires in their Tupperware, safely
away from freeways that drive unleaded poison. Night blows
angular smoke into the lungs of our guardian
angels, blackening the bushes and leaving
trees in sooted piles.
Night breaks away with electric currants to envelop
bird-songs that choke on the Earth.

Night won’t save anyone from light.
Night won’t save the rainbow with its multicolor uniform.
It won’t help the rooster c**k its head to crow; who now releases
slithering echoes of what used to be a symphony. Night shoots
waves of crimson at the scalps of humans, to scald
until hair follicles vacuum dendrites
as clean as the spring air once was.
Night dances on a tightrope, high above the city skyline,
ignoring the life that dangles on the wires.

Author's Note

I love it if you are brutally honest and tear my writing to shreds. Thank you :)