
URN 1
One person is just a raindrop in the ocean
An ocean filled with plastic and gasoline
It’s difficult to see
with money in your ears
and a hand on each
eye to eye
feet planted on a rumbling coastline
Hear the screams of the piping plover
plucked from the edge of the eroding beach
We struggle to remember the names
of the trees as they die
We are on the borderline
flipping the only two-sided die
of an un-choice, a voice
of cynicism or apathy
Watch the road with a flooding fork and a
sign asking travellers to wither alone
or doom their children
to live in a house rotting from the inside
Is it human nature
to forget your neighbours name
as their flesh blisters and burns
I’ve tiptoed the sting of cynicism
and tasted the line of apathy
but walked home on an empty stomach
There’s only so much space in this bedroom
but at least as the water pools to the skirting
of my inflatable bed
if I clear my head
I’ll remember your name and call it out
as I toss you a rope
I’ll give you the choice
Pull me closer
or I can hoist you over
