Junk

the stern of the junk stuck out like the tip of an iceberg surrounded by plastic bottles filled baby’s nappies flip flops and crocs we can walk on water whatever floats our boat sustainable climate change the hotter the better while the orchestra plays water music the instruments so swollen that tunes at supermarkets sound like Vivaldi’s Four Seasons finely tuned with fog horns in the mist of consumption nobody could deny the benefits of genocidal screw tops and the plasticity of the human environment that kills plunders pillages but provides conglomerated life rafts from wasted resources fortunately the manufacturers had chosen their logos carefully for lost posterity credited by TV crews and hailed as the saviour life rafts for a few dollars the ship’s captain was the last to disembark an honourable leader gathered his flock for a final solution I’ll switch off the lights of the planet save energy and wait for Atlantis environments change buts his pleas were submerged in stupidity when most folk tried to hang on to champagne flasks and perfumed decanters as they claimed they were only following orders selection was easy the last laugh was on hobgoblins and rats who sharpened their teeth and punctured the reprieve 11th September 2021