Thunberg could be a small
Nordic god – Attenborough
a benign archangel – Other
beings queue for openings
& vacancies – some kind of
placement – degrees in art
will never be enough [now
that artists are born] – Live
alone as work dries up – as
all options & opportunities
fade with ageing’s creep of
irrelevance – No career will
lift you from still doldrums
& put you in your place – In
office blocks we will queue
to climb to a highest edge –
to teeter & sway afore a fall
from grace – but never look
down – you’ll plunge – only
once every option has split
from a calendar’s grip of all
your cooling opportunities
[& daylight shows no ways]
will a final drop be worth it