"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 …
At the far edges of the world, Hidden deep amongst the Raging seas and rising waves Laze a series of secret atolls and coral coves; Remote islands that are almost entirely Untouched by human hands. Untouched by human hands, But maimed by the detritus that those hands have wrought. As …
The blushing sun conceals A dirty secret. So in our quest for BEAUTY We shield our glowing frames From its spiteful rays; Basting our bodies like Pigs in blankets Of congealed and Aromatic fat. Whilst roasting in our tins Of solar opulence Thermodynamics indicates that We are now hotter Than …
Fade In: People wearing masks Ride their bicycles through A skyline of exhaust fumes and Dirty, blackened smoke. Their lungs irritated By the invisible particles that corrode Metal frames and Alveolar walls. RING RING Go their bells as they Cross the road and Casually turn right Into the unmarked bloodstream. …
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 …
Within the hidden pores of ancient rock, Clandestine remnants of our past lie trapped And whisper of the future they unlock. As these seductive murmurs leave us rapt, We penetrate the soil with straws of steel To drink from fresh reserves we find untapped. But first we need …
Within each breathe of air we need to live, Are carried tiny particles of dust; These specks pass through our bodies’ finest sieve, And cause our lungs and hearts to tar and rust. This dirt can soil the glucose that we make, With diabetes now a risk we take; …
Beneath the rock lies liquid gold, With pressures set and bills to fold; But prospectors should be aware, Removal must be done with care. As well as housing lush greenbacks, These biomes mask a hidden tax; For all the songbirds living there, Removal must be done with care. …
When gliding through our old and rusty skies, You filtered out the wheezing, blackened air; A century of progress built on lies, Now captured in the feathered down you wear. The smut and ash that billowed from our hearth, Concealed the dirty secrets of our past; So, when you flew …
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 laced with man-made poisons they remain. Through plankton they leach into the food chain, As fish consume this fouled and tainted meal; The plastics then …