Cli
mate change
My soul cries
While my Tesla dies
And my reusable shop
ping bags blow away and I watch them all stran
gle a seagull, with a leg trapped in my organic
free range non-GMO hand-picked renewable-source cotton sweater
vest. and socks. But I still cry for those magnificent eagles of the garbage.

©2023 Chel Owens

Written in response to the Terrible Poetry Contest for this month. I know you can do better! Results will post soon.