Take a step back
look to the horizon.
Keep your eyes on the space
between
earth and sky,
the you and me zone.
Watch
as we drag to the surface,
form a layer,
a scum
in a conscience free circus.
The mining,
drilling of minerals.
The plastic revolution
with disposable animals.
Tracts of pollution,
haze on the spires.
Crust of delusion
tangle in wires.
Exhaust flies from
self fulfilling thrill seekers,
the average Joe,
the member of parliament.
MR SPEAKER
In front of you is
earth
sitting on top of itself.
Symptoms of lust
grow,
glow on the skin.
Swollen with greed
casting a dust
that poisons our kin.
Scabs of glass clad factories,
nobody's houses
shine brightly.
Piercing with chimneys
exhale burnt offerings,
pushing up rust.
Smoking like Jiminy.
Metal horses
run races on strips
shift loads of ore
to make more
horses
more trips.
Plastic ships
haul freight to and fro
between adult mouths,
children's lips.
Dredge for fish
to fulfil the wish lists
of Capitalist & co.
Oceanic misfits.
Catch the drift ?
The more we take
out from under our feet
the less we have to stand on
Make a difference.
Reduce our footprints.
James Harcourt