Wet Plastic Home

Wet Plastic Home #PlanetOrPlastic

When I was a young one,

I lived in the sky,

Fragments of molecules,

Swish-swirling on high,

Then nourishing a cedar,

I blossomed to leaf,

Before I fell to the floor,

And rotted beneath,

For a million years thereafter,

I dreamed amongst soil,

Until abruptly I was dug up;

"By George, we've struck oil!"

They pumped me,

Refined me,

Made me some-

Thing,

New!

I was packaged and boxed,

And then,

I met you,

Through wet lips you kissed me,

I rushed with your drink!

You put me down at the party-

Forgot me, I think,

I was swept into rubbish,

From bag-to-bin-to-boat,

Then dumped out in the ocean,

Where I found I could float,

In that vast bobbing sea-island,

I was never alone;

But with countless others just like me,

In a Wet Plastic Home,

And so many long years have passed,

Whilst I've wandered the waters,

Seen Tahiti, Egypt and Spain,

Swam with your great-great-grandaughters!

I've been snapped at by turtles,

Through whales bellies I've torn,

I've choked hungry seabirds,

Far too many to mourn,

And now that I'm old,

I'm still trapped as this straw,

And I'll drift through the deep,

For centuries more.

#PLANETORPLASTIC