It rattles

It rattles – as if a thousand
thousand bottles of drugs
are shaken [to reprove my
lacklustre skills in ticking a
prescription off – as thuds]
50 gram tablets – for God’s
addiction to sorrow-hits &
we wonder why July’s now
a monsoon season/ British
summertime’s hiss of burnt
offerings on wet barbecues
confirm it/ Global warming
& other seasonal shifts piss
down [inhale rich stenches
of methane’s quick release
& other disasters below us]