For ten
days his bad cough

Labours
his breathing

Continued
stabs deep down

In his
lungs

He’s hit
by an invisible spear

In a
tournament of dark knights

On
horses of ignorance.

‘It’s
not good your coughing

Try to drink some Icelandic Moss

With
honey’

His wife
says

‘It
helped me a lot’.

He
listens for a change and the

Honeyed
drink softens his chronic

Throat
irritation while he brings

Up lumps
and lumps of mucus.

The
weekend papers write about

The Dark Cloud over Europe

Fine
dust loads from burning

Brown
coal polluting the air.

These scandalous industries are

A horrid
back-walk for humanity

Or has
Europe turned a blind eye

To
another genocide?

Lots of talk

No
actions on dismal facts

To
handle for our politicians?

Micro-particle
dust/

Diesel
exhausts/

Pollutants
recorded to be

Beyond
figures damaging to

One’s
health/

Diseases
of the LUNG/

LUNGS we
can’t yet…