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Every Ten Thousand Years
With today's
ninety nine per cent chance of rain
already falling in my head
I avoid the checkout girl's eyes
& wonder if becoming a seaweed farmer
is the only way left
to turn things round
before the streets flood
& city life as we know it
is swept away
leaving a world of raft dwellers
who lash all their hopes & dreams together
pooling resources
until there are bigger & fancier rafts
which one day turn into countries in their own right
so that when the waters eventually subside
there will be an infrastructure of little flags
already fluttering in place
to help us start over--
not having learned
one darn thing
about the real meaning of rain
or what we need to do now
to stop the same old shit
drowning us again.
Published 1st Jul 2012
| Edited 22nd Oct 2013
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