Poem #2,697 | Privatised
This road falls away to rain-
runs into
[a stink] of Ouse –
on to Lewes between flood
plains waiting another go –
That confluence up here of
stench-rich farm ditches &
long-forgotten tributaries –
they’ll burst again –
to ruin
ugly sheds –
to lay shite on
patios & to spoil for a fight
with claims ‘gainst Nature
by reborn waterways
[cow
piss & rain’ll mix as a wave
of oofy risings] –
there’ll be
a water company profiting
from leaks & misdirections
o’ hot shit
[Lucullan feasts
offer profits over beaches]