Every Cloud Has A Plastic Lining

Photograph: Toru Hanai/Reuters

Plastic falls in drops

Plastic soaks in soil

Plastic grows in grain

Plastic in our blood

Plastic in our membranes

Plastic in our sperm

Plastic in our embryos

Plastic in our lungs

Our bodies shall never break down

Shall be Pharaoh-like preserved

Entombed in our plastic dynasties 

As enduring as drifting white bags

 

Extinction

  

I miss my dinosaurs

reptilian heads, necks 

stretched into horizontal lines

wings pressed against oblong bodies

legs jerked in Jurassic-Parkish dance of

Stutter Step ┃ Hard Halt ┃ Rough Resume 

an Anthropocene Gallimimus

lurching towards its goal

formerly the grass patch

grazing through seed castoffs

beneath the neighbor’s feeder

now abandoned due to an abundant acorn crop

they’ve no need to eat factory-produced

until the oaks perish