Plastic Gloves.
We peel them from our hands
so carefully,
And then discard of them
Incautiously.
We bin them here and there.
with no idea
of what becomes of them.
And do we really care?
Trillions of fetid flimsy gloves
like lifeless amputees,
Are poisoning our continents.
and clogging up the Seven Seas…
Deadly diaphanous discards ,
Phantasm thru’ the waves,
As shoals of broken promises
that clog up coral beds.
And we all rant and rave
against most everything..
And blame the world and governments,
For our own thoughtless whims.
Kristine Byrne. June 2020
Get rid of these old men in the grey suits of yesterday. Off with their ties and padded shoulders and women de-pressed shirts. Let their pointless flabby bodies sprawl out for all to see...and may they be forever gone from the stage they have for too long dominated.