WOVEN WORLDS
WOVEN WORLDS
We nod and smile at environmentalists. It was industry and mining leaving land rotten, yet with few recognising it was and is, themselves at fault - still true of uncaring business, but waste is also ours. Out of mind at least for the moment, but that is ending as we shall stumble and trip over desolate stinking dumps and fields
the air that we breathe
we all inhale ignorance
from yesterday’s world
atmospheric pollution
and all poisoned by plastic
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