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.

Better forget it, Jake, it’s Chinatown.


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.