The Bumblebee

From the Squash blossom flies

Tired, pollen bathed and heavy eye lids dusty

150 million years of pollinating decried

Unknowing of dawning Ecocide


The Swift

Old enough to have seen T Rex in the flesh

Flies two million kilometres in its shift

No longer under my eaves reside

Unknowing of dawning Ecocide


The Koala

Iconic marsupial cuddly up a tree

Feeds on eucalyptus a priori

So dies trees expiring from Carbon Dioxide

Unknowing of dawning Ecocide


The Polar Bear

Can swim sixty miles without a break

Once smelling prey ten miles near

There is no smell the ice long fried

Unknowing of dawning Ecocide


Staghorn Coral

Architect of the subterranean deep

Bleached in warmer water, no food, not normal

Lodgers, clownfish. hornbill turtles, no longer abide

Unknowing of dawning Ecocide


Atlantic Cod

Cheap fish for every chippy battered feast

Over fished because of livelihood

An uncaring species’ genocide

Unknowing of dawning Ecocide


The Monarch Butterfly

Beautiful orange migrate 3 thousand miles

Their caterpillars left with milk wood dry

To die from herbicides and insecticide

Unknowing of dawning Ecocide


The Emperor Penguin

A happy Charlie Chaplin substitute

Happy feet say amen

On the long walk to its own regicide

Unknowing of dawning Ecocide





The Beluga Whale

Well meaning boated tourists

Motorised watching expeditions the Holy Grail

Destroying life, idly set aside

Unknowing of dawning Ecocide


The Leatherback Turtle

Lays eggs on disappearing beaches

Ever more hatching females infertile

Their hoped for progeny denide

Unknowing of dawning Ecocide


The Flamingo

Mann’s pretty pink flamingo not a pretty tune

A lost overture that made shrimps agogo

A colour on the palette atrophied

Unknowing of dawning Ecocide


The Climate Change Denier

Celebrating fossil fuel profits

Spitting on what others call Guya

Flouting science with such pride

Not giving a toss about Ecocide





No accident
An unexpected horror on the
A63, A48, A43
Nothing to do with me
Tory spinning
Death toll rising
No accident
Lack of cash
Lies as sanity
Look how much we’re spending
Lies in suits masquerading
It’s a set up
Making ready
For the plunder
Private health
By stealth
NHS ripped asunder
The sick ground under
No accident
The people made to doubt
Certain they’re at risk
Tabloids scare
Red tops blare
Can’t trust doctors anymore
Scarce resources evermore
Not their fault of course
They’re not up to it no more
Lay the blame at demand’s door
No accident
Tory lore
Create stress
Foster disrespect
Prevent success
Horror stories
Lack of cash
Solution found
Tory lore
No accident
Say no more

At night twenty-four hour A&E shuts
No accident
A consequence of years of cuts
Staff shortages to blame
Always the same
Someone else to carry the can
The doors are barred
No place for the halt and lame
The sick debarred
A&E made empty in a land
Where the rich that gets the plenty
And the poor that gets the blame
No accident

In A&E
In the dark
Telephones ring
Nothing to see
No patients waiting queuing
Cold white metal chairs
Bolted together in sets of five and ten
Word-processed warning signs
Too many chairs with sticky tape affixed
Please don’t sit on me I’m broken
No use as poultices
To excuse the fact
The chairs are not alone in that
No accident

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
The chairs will be just the same
Signs still affixed
Please don’t sit on me I’m broken
Perfect for the halt and lame
No accident
No use for crocodile tears of sorrow
It doesn’t have to stay the same
Don’t play their game
Time to cut the Tory cancer out
Take back our NHS
And stop the pain

In the city
A man lives
On a temporary basis
What else?
How could it be otherwise?
In a wheelchair
On the street?
Yes on the street
Sleeping rough
In his NHS wheelchair
In the winter
He has a nice warm hat
Many clothes
He wears them all
Bearded angry
Viewed rough unkempt
What’s that bastard doing with a chair?
He’s sick back in A&E
No accident
Thursday night
Men having fun
Dump him from his chair
Rough him up
Have a laugh
Steal his chair
No accident
He’s back
An easy victim as before
A known welcome guest
Sitting in another NHS chair
Pleased he’s staying put
The warmth of NHS people cheer
Some cops arrive
Looking for someone missing
Are you looking for my chair?
Call 101 they laugh
A nod and a knowing wink
Can’t be right in the head
Serves him right
Asking for it
Rough justice
We’ve real crime to fight
No accident
On the street
Living in a wheelchair
Does anybody fucking care?
In A&E that’s what they do
Beyond the walls and broken seats?
Snip snip snipping
At the safety net
No accident

I’m a hair’s breadth
Aren’t we all?
From being there
Being the man in the wheelchair
Living rough on the street
In the comfort of an NHS chair

What a place we’ve made
My generation
Us fuckwits
We’ve let the market
Steal our share
Steal hearts and minds
Atrophy sympathy
Drown in neo liberal Eton mess
Eyes wide closed tight shut
Seeing broken seats
We stand up
Remembering at last
They are few and we are many
Knowing once again
How to face down fear
And together cure our NHS
Care a casualty no more
Give A&E
A clean bill of health

No more
No accident

© Phil Cosker 2018