Do Not Go into Artificial Light
Do not go into artificial light, Our lamps can bring an end to fragile life; Fly, fly away into the shrouded night. Your passion
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
Do not go into artificial light, Our lamps can bring an end to fragile life; Fly, fly away into the shrouded night. Your passion
There once were some pigs north of Java, Whose warts needed a balaclava. Whilst a new study found, That their numbers were down; Endangered without
I feel the powder beneath my feet; A sickening howl to the south, But I know that I am safe And so I dance with joy.
At the bottom of the ocean, In a mariner’s trench so deep That Hillary could have climbed it, We pray that we will find silence.
The white storks glide across the sky, Migrating south in times gone by; But now like Burroughs in his funk, These flying beasts are hooked
The African fruit fly is rough in love, The male uses his organ like a sword; Its rough edges will cut as it does shove
The Asian tiger mosquito’s a pest, It’s a vector of death-causing disease; In urban locations it makes its nest, And whilst the sun is up
Ocean acidity is on the rise, With many repercussions such as that A fish will not find home before it dies. The new pH
With drips and bursts and streams from their blowholes Beluga whales blow bubbles in the sea; The air encases liquid as it roles Languidly from
Rhythm is in the heart of man, We play with it from when we’re young; It lays down roots and helps us plan, Bunga bung