Mais ou sont les neiges d’antan?
They long ago melted and ran
Down to the golf courses, onto the fields
Helping sustain unsustainable yields
Of legumes and vin rouge and pain.
Water, they say in the West,
Runs uphill to money. The rest
Will have to make do with what trickles down
The aqueduct. You are fucked, Governor Brown.
Who knew the fate of a nation
Depends so much on irrigation.
Now parts of the Valley look just like Sudan.
Mais ou sont le snowpack d’antan?
Sucked dry by the hubris of Man.