Star sick

You held a magnifying glass

to the edge

of the earth

glimmering in starlight

middle finger extended

out to the sun

which glared back,

with coldness

only a star sick

of rock hurtling

toward it

could muster.

 

Our rage against

gravity

fossil fuels

social media prose

an inhumane attitude

problem

employing ASBO bracelet

politicians.

 

The glass you held

trembled in your shaky

anti-depressant hands

as smoke seared

into the icebergs

sloppy and mush

whilst Kardashians loom

into view

internet connection

giving voice

to an alphabet of Ks

and the dying.

 

You held a magnifying glass

to the edge

of the earth

I jeered

as smoke began to shape

fingers crossed for a flame

to erase this shit show,

we

started.

 

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Inspired by the wonderful and brutally honest Live Mi by Oldepunk on RamJet Poetry.

Image credit.

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