Category: Poems

Feel the outrage
Ablaze inside
It fries your brains and
Churns your guts

These bastids, you think
Are without shame
Has our whole
World gone nuts?

Perhaps it has
But think of this:
There is one thing
That’s quite clear-cut

The bastids are even
More outraged
(Though their heads are
Up their butts)

The San Lorenzo’s mouth
Made wide by the storm
Has disgorged a flotilla
Of long-dead bodies
Into the waiting sea

Jumbled limbs and saplings
Vine-strangled trunks
Rootball hobgoblins
Broken woody knee-joints
Of impossible behemoths

And a thousand-year stump
A Sherman tank of solid burl
Rests among the ghost fleet wreckage
Strewn on a Main Beach that is now
A makeshift graveyard by-the-sea

Where we can hear,
Lifting across the sand
And above the boardwalk
The wails of mourners as they ride
The Giant Dipper

An H-bomb
In a bottle?

Please, take your time
And get it right

A hundred million
Degrees inside?

It should be
(At least) airtight

We hope ten years
Will be enough

To deliver us
From climate blight

‘Cause if it is
Much more than that

I’d have to say
“Not quite”

Time
And light
Came first
Then space
Then matter
Then us
And finally
Gods
And more gods
And now
We wait
For something
New