Joy can survive climate change.Radioactive baby crawling on all fours.So full of movement and color.Half the animals are gone, but babyfinds other creatures to play with.Their gills are on the outside, their eyeshaunting and heterochromatic.Their skin glows, too. Sharp, variegatedecstasy. Exuberantly fat linesaglow with graffiti ethos. Takingthe world as it comes, not as itought to be. Radiant Baby, sainthoodmay be possible, and if it is, bless thisunholy poet who looks around thedisappearing world and finds onlydespair and not beauty in the orange-yellow-red pollution moon. You do noteven cry, baby, just burble in comic sans.You just climb towards nuclearproliferation chanting dada, dada.You grant us serenity on the subway.You model for us commercializedinnocence. We buy you, our joy.We buy you, our hope. We smileat your innocent determination.A cave painting for the end times,depicting a Neanderthal dreamscape —a pictograph that will survive the inevitable collapse—but beautifully,a chunky butterfly kick away from annihilation, a stroke towards JOY!————————————–Sean Hanrahan called us from Philadelphia, PA.voicemailpoems.org/submit/facebook.com/voicemailpoemsx.com/voicemailpoemsbsky.app/profile/voicemailpoems.bsky.socialinstagram.com/voicemailpoems