We’re all firefighters now.
Yes campers, we may lie
zipped up on the blind side
of the fly sheet
but our tent is on fire,
our continent; flammable.
‘the gym’ is out there;
no more loitering by the pool
table, working on calendar poses,
no more I do swear
allegiance to pudsey-the-bear
when there is smoke in the air
there is fire,
like a rash, like rain
like last year but worse
all over again,
spark life; spring and summer,
hidden havoc seeded
in our wild gardens,
to cover our roses in ash..
debunk and deblinker,
learn the lift and descend on the pole,
tune in as Earth detectors,
tackle 2020 as Earth defenders;
a call for preparation-
to pick up on a beat, a drum
of warnings of warmings,
heed sensitive alarms
and data and hype
before the lament of the hosepipe.
My Deerboy 