The blushing sun conceals
A dirty secret.
So in our quest for
BEAUTY
We shield our glowing frames
From its spiteful rays;
Basting our bodies like
Pigs in blankets
Of congealed and
Aromatic fat.
Whilst roasting in our tins
Of solar opulence
Thermodynamics indicates that
We are now hotter
Than we once were.
And so greasily we slide
Beneath the cooling waters,
Like a living slick of oil.
As we bathe in OUR
Ocean’s translucent hues
Our unctuous skin
Begins to leak.
Its discharge slithers towards
The floor
And is greedily gobbled
Up by unassuming ‘guests’.
Gardens of rock
Which grow fat on the offcuts
That we so graciously
Throw down from our
Cornucopia of mutually
Exclusive preservation.
Reef snorkelling on the Great Barrier Reef, where protection from the sun might be
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