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…
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