Thursday, 24 January 2019

then

then

place me in a plastic coffin,
nice and thick.
fill it to overflowing with oil,
nice and thick and black.
ignite it with shale gas,
earthquaking 
upon the tundra of methane,
permafrosted not.
methinks it will burn as 
a warning, descant hot 
upon the smelt of our final days.

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