I'd like them all
each & every one
down to the last
smug,
self-satisfied,
smart,
oh-so-smart
deniers,

lined up,
arm in arm,
just standing there
waiting ...
at the sea-shore,

& planting 
tiny sticks
with flags
representing the
yet to be born
whose families
will find
their villages,
their homes,
their whole history
& livelihood
gone ...
under water,
gone.

I'd make them all
spend day
after day
constructing walls
with grains of sand
to stem the tide,

& I'd like a few
of the most 
powerful ones 
to simply, really,
just 
stay there,
as the tide rolled in
& the waves washed the shore.

Deniers ... 
may somehow
you just
be there
RIGHT
when
it happens.