Sunrise over the compost loos
Sunrise over the compost loos
Awakening, full-bladdered,
I unzip my sleeping bag
And the doorway to my tent,
Trying to keep all sound
To a minimum,
As my children lie sleeping
Beside me,
Conscious but dormant.
Unzipping the tent-door
The sunrise greets me, aflame;
An orange ball rising
Over the compost loos.
I rise, slumbering no more, awestruck,
Walk towards them
And deliver my contribution
To a greener world.
Deed done
I turn skywards to admire your beauty,
But you are shrouded in cloud,
Your colour muted.
There will be no photographs
To prove we all did our bit,
No badges of honour
Or clapping of hands.
And as I enter the tent once more
Your youthful cheeks lie palid
Below the eyelids of your hopelessness,
I see your innocence in it all play out.
Sleep on dear children,
Dream of brighter days,
While we piss in buckets
And call it sustainability.
A Wensley
20.08.2024
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