The World Spins – until?

Cuckoo

My world so small
Wrapped in sack cloth 
As it spirals out of control
Into a picture too big to resize  

 
The planet spins 
Climate into oblivion
As politicians spew 
Meaningless
Rounded vowels 
Airborne like 
Spindrift

A broken record- 
Of rubbish stacked up on the streets
Ambulances in queues
What is the collective noun
For 15 of them- I wonder?
72 hours for a bed-
What NHS?
Energy we can’t afford
Energy we may not have
Empty supermarket shelves
And half the lighting 

Thoughts  are squirrelled in ringlets
As a mighty tsunami starts to build 
We see the cracks 
But no one heeds the message
Instead they argue
They fight
And the worlds spins on
Until…