CONGESTION IN PERCEPTION
By Tabby Carless-Frost / 15 October 2019
Illustration by Tabby Carless-Frost
Just imagine it,
A complicit carbon nation
Raised on a legacy of isolation,
Passed along from palm
to palm oil plantation.
Swallow your ionised inheritance
Man's main: two meat, no veg.
A self righteous disavowal
Fuelled by ignorance and coal.
Eternally delayed reaction,
Deaf ears hear calls to action,
As a threat that keeps mounting
Shatters down a mountain range of ice.
World crisis made mundane,
Switch channel, stay disaffected:
The psychology of small wins tells us
‘Stay calm, complacent and placated’.
Individuation bred a separation.
Man is not an island,
but instead a submerged hill.
The genius loci of our planet
has been drowned in oil spills.
A spike in atmospheric levels
of industrialised thought
Pushes warning into peril,
As compassion shuts its port.
All too reliant on the penchant,
As a single occupant,
Too busy, too dependant,
on consumption's happy ruse.
A congestion in perception
Made so huge to stunt the view,
Made to feel too small to think;
Ignorance will make a fossil out of you.
Not in the mind of future generations,
But in the now of negating nations,
We are watching the system's degeneration
From the last patch-of-ground on which to stand.
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