By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

We sit stuffed
our bleak dioramas
alongside reduced in number
pandas –

just another
close to extinction creature
which thought it was
way beyond Ma’ Nature
now tipped by selfish

Her cruel
will not let us survive
climate changed summers

Mike Bell Poetry

Mike Bell aims to write 10,000 poems, stick them up here one at a time, and then take a nap. By then he should be about 85 years old and have out-gunned PD, dementia, and the end of days. Possibly. Before the floods and fires. Mike Bell is found working for money as a freelance set designer.

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