Each day the earlier dark,

Each dark the strengthened cold.

Blame the fat Utility, blame rich Oil,

Blame the Old,

Those profiteers of winter.

Say, “Thou hast played most foully for it—

For Glamis, Cawdor, All.”

Say the sun is rigged, and the jet stream.

Blast City Hall,

Kiddo.

Confront, refute, confound, conspire,

And in your turn shake a leg

To convert the cold to profit,

The dark to a nest egg.

Yes, my America.

For each green fang and claw

Let the season’s loot be spread,

As each day the winter widens,

And rude sons strike rude fathers

Dead.