<p>the salty sea breeze blows / McDonalds™ wrappers swirl / infants scramble / some nestle in the bin liner / others look for scraps</p>
guzzle and groan on the mess
they have made
for all of them
a mound of floating debris
floating in the last great ocean
piglets nuzzle at the live
pockets of green
sprouting forth
grown from a rusted can
far more used to carrying Coke
than scraps of clinging life
the salty sea breeze blows
McDonalds™ wrappers swirl
infants scramble
some nestle in the bin liner
others look for scraps
sierras of waste rise high ward
spanning the breadth of the land
spread stench unknown
to any human being
long gone
not long forgotten
piglets squeal and cry
seagulls reign supreme
red splattered new-born’s
belly
the entrails plucked and ridden
repackaged liquorice strips
atop the trash high-rises
peaked with snowy sheen
beady-eyes scour
edibles on rubbish fields
adding stink
without them, subtracting none
carcasses cling to land’s sides
conjoining sea corpses to its mass
the last great
humpback whale
a death sentence issued
hanged by charging cord
their one parting gift to Her
only land left
Made in China
a hunting ground for the hungry
left in the last great ocean