A climate change poem for today: Silent Sea by Rachael Boast
Silent Sea We were the first that ever burst Into that silent sea - ST Coleridge Another vessel sheds the chrome of its silver mile until a mile meanders into three, triples again over the reef. Nothing can breathe under oil, nor register that dark membrane’s slick over sight. We were the first cracking the hull of the earth open, our foolish husbandry a metallurgy that’s brimmed with false gold too often we can talk, and talk, and talk but a ship in space, manned by non-thinking from non-feeling, says absolutely nothing at all. The Body Politic As if history tells itself this way - my country not what it was, my city relatively at ease with its decay. What of the marks on our bodies, coded indices of war? Every movement burns with enough friction to disturb the border between one place and another, to ignite unnerved armies. Who will bear this pain with us? It is not mine, not yours. One day we’ll finish cleaning the dust from the feathers of nightingales. ...
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