Tuesday, September 20, 2022

Sinking feeling Comic poem number 159 by Angela Lansbury also known as Hazel Nutter

 


In a place once peaceful

Machines made loud sounds

Where they dreamt of gold money

Deep, dark underground


Many years onwards

Who would suspect

How the past's actions

Creep up and infect?


We walk with a firm step

We are not afraid

But collections of pictures

Make me dismayed


A place for a camp ground

A picnic, or a toddy

A place for missing, lost, cavers

Found - a place to hide a body ...


An ominous sound

A widening crack, 

Do not turn round

Do not go back!


A feast of gold, or coal

A ghost, sulphur, a lost soul

In a sheltered green valley

A shocking black sinkhole


Hear a one-time blast

It's a ghost from the past

What once was concealed

Will now be revealed


A second die is cast

From the far off hidden past

The paved road's a broken shield

The earth's wound cannot be healed


No more money in the pails

Old white bones tell new tales

The wind blows like a widow's wails

Nature's revenge never fails


Politicians say get cracking

'cause we need the energy

Don't be afraid of fracking

Waiting for the taking, it's free


So let's go dig a hole

In the middle of the city

Cut a mountain in half

The train link ride is pretty


The planet is a garden

Plant an acorn, grow a tree

The earth is sure to pardon

If not for you, it's all for me


It's just a little buttonhole

It's a ripple spreading wealth

It will make the city whole

I'll finance it myself


But deep underground

There's a worrying sound

The earth is rumbling

The trees are tumbling


Not like falling leaves

Which nobody grieves

Everybody dies

Everybody leaves


We have learned from the past

That nothing will last

Time to work, not sit and play

Should have planted yesterday


Tall plants won't be seen by me

Yet each generation plants a tree

Like the emigrant sailing overseas

We plant small acorns and dream of grand trees


We fancy we're immortal

So, from Heaven we'll look down

As if we own the world

Eating fruit, finding truffles underground


What if there's no Heaven?

We'll shrug and move on

When problems we created

Hit others - we're long gone


Just like loved, dear, dead mothers

Ancestors can do no wrong

A sink hole's a real disaster

Which makes a lovely song.


Don't be cruel

Don't be a fool

Just fill the sink hole up

You've a tourist's swimming pool.

-ends-













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