A Plastic Paradise

At the far edges of the world,
Hidden deep amongst the
Raging seas and rising waves
Laze a series of secret atolls and coral coves;
Remote islands that are almost entirely
Untouched by human hands.
Untouched by human hands,
But maimed by the detritus that those hands have wrought.
As coffee lids and toothbrushes
Bathe shamelessly on previously pristine shores,
Ancient bottles of Lilt roll across the dunes –
Their dirty emerald hues diffracting the sun’s light
Across our filthy plastic paradise.
Shampoo bottles and silicon chips rub callously
Against sands that will never again be white.
The carrier bags begin to coalesce,
Contorting to create impossible structures of
Fabricated indifference,
As plastic straws pair up to join