Midway and Beyond

 

 

They fly in their numbers,

Tend their chicks on far off shores

Jealousy can only waste;

     As their young - die before leaving the ground

And still,

     We are throwing our effluence

For they to eat;

Our bottle tops and razors

Thrown seawards for the gull to swallow,

     And it aches inside this power become,

When life all around is leaving in droves,

And all the Advances we claim we are,–

Are pitiful and deluded,

While the lords of the sea

And many a species of animal,

Die secluded in sorrow -

From twenty-first century man.

 

 

Michael J Waite 20^th February 2013.