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.
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