910
because
I am soon vanishing
living
the sixth great extinction
for
Kerri and Ken
knit
tea
sing
Spring
fold
out the stream
bugger
the creaking bones
and
with ferocious calm
let's
call it
I
like the wobble on its axis
a
martyrdom of trees
and
then when we've buggered the place
and
the weather comes indoors
I
like my innids where they are
no
shells bombs bullets please
the
turnaround the fire and tilt
that's
just for politeness
and
we Malthusian, too much
in
a fruitfly doom
still
edge on to live
that's
where we are
all
a comical leer
still
standing
for
plastic
and
that's a wrap
be
where I am and can
knit
tea
sing
Spring
fold
out the stream
bugger
the creaking bones
I have a bus pass, be careful.
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