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.
Amen, girl.
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