Deep Sea Plastics
Sunken in the sediment smudged relics protrude, translucent waste that shimmers in its bed of filth. A menagerie of treasures that mark our spot in
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
Sunken in the sediment smudged relics protrude, translucent waste that shimmers in its bed of filth. A menagerie of treasures that mark our spot in
The oceans are awash with our debris, As plastics from our lives flow down the drain And travel down hewn channels to the sea, Where