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No More Dawn Chorus

orange dusk angina
glow knells to a close
an insectectopic ghostly plant
“mothballed” defunct
abandoning sixteen hundred
worker ants

income paralysis
zero accountability
posthumous politics pants
profits now not suffering
but what about the colony
what about the ants

karma cancer’s cancelled calling
no wo-be-tide to the ones
who profiteer
in the rich getting rich
from the sweat of the poor
it’s been this way round here for years

An affluent arrogance anyurism
in an ignorance bubble
ready to bust
right next to the gland for greed
beneath shiny toupeed
crainium crust

When the last pig is amputated
you won’t feel ashamed
and wracked with guilt
it’s not just a business, a colony
or a plant you closed
it’s the community that they built

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