We Are the Filthy: a #Poem

This cyclist is made of rubbish discarded close to fishing ponds in the Forest of Dean, in the hope of reminding folk to take their litter home. In despair at humanity’s disgusting insistence at soiling our shared nest, I penned this short piece of free verse. “When plastic comes of age it shall clog the …

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