Extinct or alive?/ Has the drive to a new world economy/ Made natural history obsolete?
Lonely fern clings onto blackened brick/ Labile fronds rusted by seasons/
Hypnotised./ Mesmerised,/ Desensitised ...
The smog intrudes,/ It knows no locks,
So, next door there were these trees see/ Nothing much to sing about/
There’s a global consumer that lives in this land. Believing that cash buys him power in his hand
Pulling at the handle, I glance out of the window. The spaceship’s taken off with me on board!..
Our brand designers/ who art in fashion/ Hallowed be thy names,
My clever child,/ Oh how you’ve grown,/ But always I’ll be near.
“Long, long ago, in an age of myth and marvel, there was a youth of singular, star-bright beauty ...