The kelp, plankton, and krill,
which once thrived, my beasts to fill,
are failing through an ailing I can’t see.

And I’m unwell myself,
for the continental shelf
spills dread infection continuously.

I suspect creatures dry
have dared nature to defy,
taken much for granted their right to be.

For rocks moan of an ache,
and I hope for all our sakes
that these humans can cure our frailty.

But they I fear – insane –
forget I feed all their rain,
and for a vital world, need healthy me.

About phoenixmartin

C&G IT; BTEC Business Studies; BSc Hons Grad - Dipl Lit - published writer and poet working on play. Masters Ed
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