By Richard Mather
Alien eyes fix
on the bricks
and bottles,
on crisp packets,
used condoms,
dirty knickers,
chewed chicken
bones and cold pizza.
Planet earth –
The Garden
of Chemical Scum,
the frontier
of the abysmal
where objects are
in motionless flight
from something
the Greeks called ti esti.
a nuclear flash perhaps
or an acid drop in the petri dish,
and the fagged-out world
burns to a smirk.
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