"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
A globalised diet of ultra-processed foods is having a negative impact on both human and planetary health. These foods lead to higher risks of obesity, cancer, depression, and death, while the lack of diversity in agriculture is bad because it reduces the gene pool, thereby making it harder for crops to adapt to global environmental changes.
Recent research has shown that in Northern California, the annual average healthcare cost was found to be $374 lower per person per year for those living near the most green space than it was for those living near the least green space.
Give me your hand as I mask my concerns, sit back and relax with worries about skin as I remove old polish (how we talk)
Stubborn stains swirl across the room, as yellowed rugs and mottled drapes swish callously in stifling drafts of vice. Surfaces soaked forever in the selfish
Swirling underground, invisible toxins leach into view. Potent cocktails of mismanaged waste that ebb and drift and flow. Flow into wells that hide in plain
Struggling beneath the weight of accumulation you buckle in the rains; a surplus of backwash baptising you with the filthy discharge of a thousand vanquished
Your tarnished skin crinkles in the breeze, an ancient husk that juts from the Earth like a withered question mark; interrogating the exuberance that stirs
Smothered beneath a sombre blanket of white lines and greying skies, eyes desensitised to your jaded complexion as our lives play out in stilted monochrome.
As chimney stacks spew forth our tainted offerings of industrial excrement, dilapidated ventilators strain to suck poison from the saturated veins of concrete obelisks; their
Baptised in artificial waters, connective tissues rejoice in pre-set harmony; their purpose reborn as receptive intercessors that ache to vicariously denounce the darkness. Transplanted