Friday 21 February 2014

Our world


Helpless dolphins are herded to slaughter
the sea runs scarlet with their blood
most of Purely is underwater
sinkholes are threatening Hemel Hempstead.
The jet stream is weaving crazily
the changing climate gives a sense of dread
life’s undertow, a vague insecurity
dark presentiments trouble our bed.
Each morning brings a new anxiety
competition for oil, water or food
species lost, a toll of war and poverty
the Miss Waldron’s red colobus is dead.
We would exit our planet if we could
and leave its spoil and beauty to our god.

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