Birds
a cachophony of song
a ruffling yes
all along
waving
sharing
and now inside all of them
I can’t abide
our waste, our crap
which we chucked away
and they ate it
and the debt is ours
today
their life is over
bunged up are they
plastic infill
is here to stay
let’s begin to think
of the timeless sky
of the birds we see
and how they die
writhing in the plastic ooze
grieving as its such bad news
they loved to live
they hated death
so listen to them breathing
their last breath