Oh what a thrill to be The Krill

so mindless in the Sea,

consuming micro-plastics

abounding endlessly.


Millenniums of swell and surf

have left them much unchanged,

but tiny things do have some worth

as civilisations change.


Oh what a thrill to be A Krill

digesting human waste,

recycling nano-plastics

our palates just can’t taste.


As we pollute their Oceans

they’re happy to oblige,

their cultivated motions

unseen by human eyes.


Oh what a thrill to be The Krill

those brainless drifting crusts,

who without knowing slowly kill

the Killer that is us.


◄ Night Sweats

Under the pier at Brighton ►


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Wolfgar Miere

Fri 12th Jul 2019 11:52

Very funny Cait,

fortunately my license has been revoked.

Thank you for reading and commenting, much obliged.


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Cait Abbott

Fri 12th Jul 2019 07:25

Quick question - do you have a license to Krill? 😃

Great poem, really shows the reality of waste production and pollution from the viewpoint of something else.

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Wolfgar Miere

Fri 12th Jul 2019 05:07

I'm interested in the things mankind knowingly introduces into the natural world specifically to improve his environment (as he sees and/or perceives it)

It is often the case that such projects are sanctioned on grounds of economic benefit or expediency. Human desire and want is also a driving factor, to the extent that we meddle with our own genetic make-up.

I am not resistant to genetic modification per-se, just curious about the ethical minefield it presents us with.


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Wolfgar Miere

Thu 11th Jul 2019 14:49

Thanks Jason,

Nature wins out, always.


Jason Zane

Wed 10th Jul 2019 21:27

Wow, great construction and I love the accompanying audio. Your voice is a good one for readings. Also, I very much agree with the theme. Humans tend to put a twist in the cycle of life and I wonder how long it will be before nature unwinds it with great force and momentum.

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Wolfgar Miere

Sun 7th Jul 2019 04:31

Thanks for all the....... fish.

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Devon Brock

Sat 6th Jul 2019 12:45

And the big fish gorge themselves on these tender crusties, on and on up the chain. It is a just vengeance, methinks, as krill have nought to gain.


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