Dear First Name

Will you help us? It’s getting late.
Do not ignore the horror in your inbox. 
The situation’s stark. 

Re Fire, Re Flood, Re Ice Caps Melting. 
Re Oceans Rising, Re War, misogyny and 
violence…we could go on: in short, it’s dark. 

Also, like a light-resistant vampire, 
the Orange President has been invited back. 
Many of us opened up the door. Quite freely. 

What are we to do? Each of us must act, 
– especially you. Push the button, send money. 
Share this message and try at least to look 

as if you care. Or if you can’t do that, think 
about the guilts – the small ones are the worst: 
the backs you turned, the eyes you closed, 

the tears that didn’t slide. Every casual cruelty 
you never really meant. Go on, First Name, do it, 
we know you will and you know why. 

All your sorrows have return tickets now 
and they’re coming back to play.