The Tipping Point - written last year

'Tipping point - the moment at which damage to the environment is so severe and widespread that it pushes the ecosystem into an irreversible cycle of self-destruction.'

Hurtling towards the tipping point
Fields of ancient trees
Disappearing like smoke in a gale
A forest a week -
A river of tears will not bring back what has been lost.
Will not wash the toxins from this poisoned lake.

When will it be too much …
When will it end?

The immaculacy of the world torn asunder
Like innocence taken from a young child
Who cannot stop the man from pushing himself
Into her
Spilling seed where it should not be spilled.

Who are we to mourn what our kind have done –

Love like a blinding sun
Might save me here, now
Warm the coolness of my grieving heart.

But I fear
It is too late
For my world

She dances
Corrupted
An industrialist’s whore

Spiralling towards destruction
Like plumes moving across the Pacific
Hot and black with carbon
Like his breath in her ear
Panting, as rolls off her and asks ‘did you enjoy it?’
Her mouth sealed shut with sellotape
Her hands bound behind her back.

There’s no turning back

The earth is pregnant with malaise
She is birthing a monster –
Fathered by greed.

The baby dropped in the latrine
Lived an hour
Suffocated in shit
Before the rescuers could reach her.

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