We’ve watched too much TV There are things I ought to write about Like environmental catastrophe & yet I don’t, though I feel it deeply I so I write about my brother’s gumboot Lost in the snow & him crying & my parents laughing Sympathetic of course But humour at the absurdity We’re a funny lot, us folk We cry in anime yet laugh at the deaths of dear ones & so we’re presented with endless reels Of extinguished species But it somehow feels unreal We prefer to talk about celebrities Because it don’t upset the meal Emotional pleas for justice Do not touch our hearts We mistake real life for fiction We’ve heard too many lies Our minds contaminated & so the Devil’s techniques Amuse us until apocalypse Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.