On the edge of the world
Mires my mood
New Year has many tales to tell
The future a hostage to silicon~
And heavy metals. Nuclear too.
We must make our stand here,
at this end of the world.
a relative of the seal
whose long dives used to fill our imaginations
with bubbles. No more. Plastic saw to that.
Now all is bare, a cupboard full of lies.
Rehearsing for the coming-times of war and famine.
Wars about water.
A prelude to slaughter.
The days of undeserved comfort and complacency
These times displaced by wars about water
which will bring untold suffering, more slaughter.
the more we endanger them.
I see a man bending
his head, as if in prayer,
on Chalgaraidh Mull’s shore,
along this edge of Scotland,
on this very edge of the world
where I must give up grieving
and learn to fight, again.
For the time to act is not passed,
it is now!