Supine:

Failing to act as a result 

Of moral weakness

 

On strand or shore or tide,

No more morning dew

No where left to hide,

Trying to stay alive

At this end-of-the-world,

Beaches spray luminescence

Onto bodies which are hostages

To a fortune gone bad:

In this meat-heat abattoir:

Elephants butchered alive for ivory

Baby monkeys skinned alive - for bush meat.

Abominations abound

In this best of all possible worlds:.

Tearing down thousand year old trees 

For furniture for the rich

Children poorer than the rocks and trees

Stand to serve the rich farangs

With their peculiar tastes and their hard hands

At this end of the world

Bioda Roe king of the sea is dead

Poisoned by plastic and human shit

A relative to the seal, she cried as he died.

There are no more rhinos no eagles no deer

Just bits of technology

That make us even more stupid.

Shadows are banned, as are corners

All must be clear,  laid waste in this time of fear,

Madam Famine lurks in the wings

The more we seek to protect our children

From their 'inheritance'

The more we endanger them

They must be hard as nails

In the near future:

No more morning dew,

No more animals

Deserts spreading, seas rising

No more quiet places.

Just billions and billions of us.