A pregnant silence perched itself a hawk
we lumbered cheek by jowl
a birds eye view of us screeched and squawked
our eyes intent, we prowled
seeking comfort in anything that remained
but parched our tongues twist, dried
words hurt what’s left
what we don’t hear is yet said
we sought the wilderness
but all we found was…

dead.

I was born
larvae
on this island
a carcass
This is Britain.

The UK is one of the most nature-depleted countries in the world.
It is said we’re a nation of nature lovers, no.
We call our teams ‘Lions.’ But we’re liars
there is no lion heart on these isles
just picturesque places people stop by and say, ‘Isn’t it beautiful.’
A snapshot of something green, and people reckon their hearts have been filled
but all I see and feel is absence.