"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
Leaky pipelines cannot excuse The vileness of your touch As it seeps malevolently From its ancient, grainy prison; Your eccentric composition Creating chemical fingerprints That dance lightly across the Soft and drifting breeze, Masking your toxic presence To finger innocuous fields Of rice and herded scapegoats With the legacy of …
Beneath the pristine peaks and snow-capped mounds, Lie records of our past and future selves. A precious commodity lying dormant, Safe from prying eyes and probing minds. Locked up in overlapping, concentric circles Of mutually enticing atmospheric destruction. As we carefully peel away the surging layers, These …
Between the curves where space and sky entwine, The air is stripped by violent, solar flow; A savagery inherently benign, When matched with what arises from below. The shockwaves of our past can still be felt, Revealing every blow as it was dealt; As ripples found in time unveil …
The final act of some forgotten star, Unleashes unseen light at breakneck speed; And once these cosmic rays have journeyed far, Into our atmosphere they start to bleed. This energy from interstellar rays, Is tempered by the Sun’s magnetic haze; Creating nuclei from which clouds form, A dying star …
Researchers have thrown us a new curve ball, That whilst cold snaps might now seem like the norm The surface heating variance will fall. And as this variation takes its form, These surface changes will start to commence The global climate really to transform. Less frequent cold snaps …
Gently humming in the autumnal breeze Gliding overhead like a wicked dream The black sheep of research, the UAV Not spitting out fire or a laser beam A large improvement on ground-based technique Simply measuring if the air is clean With an IR imager for a beak The …