Nobody's House

'Nobody's House'
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