The Future

Poetry, like everything else
relies on the future.
But when the words
back is turned
bulldozers break the law
wrecking watercourse banks.
Fines might prevent
future incidents, although
there’s always another ignorant.

Poetry, like everything else
relies on the future.
Running an empty fridge,
driving a V8, flying
around the world
attending climate change
conferences might save humanity
but for now, that part:
the shoreline of the estuary
and ecosystems down and up
stream, is forever fucked.
Repeat the lie
that makes it true.