Drift Plastic Blues

I walk across the drift plastic shore
The tide washes more and more
Nano plastic sand ashore
Distant memory, the sea haunts my dreams

Alone apart from, along the shore
The glittering metal light
Picked out in twilight
The last space port

The final ark shimmers
Tall against the nylon mist
Gazing along the litter strewn vista
Of what was once called
The Gulf of Mexico
Where surfers and sun worshipers
Once danced, swam, and tanned

A half forgotten tune registers
Upon the desolate sound of
Wind and polluted wave

No birds sing
They are all extinct

It's just a chocked up moan
A funeral drone

The respirator wheezes
In my chem' suit

The last humans set to
Leave the messed up
Toxicated planet we made,
To the plastic waste

A once beautiful world
Suffocating in the detritus
Of humanities stupidity

Oh look at the mess
We've made

Oh look at the mess
We've made

Oh look at the mess - we've made!