priceless
pacing past the bp station
price of oil scarce
in the news
a taxi speeds pastHw
i guzzle a heap of diesel
discharged
i cough & cough again
(then jerked him
with the middle finger)
he slides alongside
the voracious pump
his taxi swallows fuel
i scratch my head
& shrug my shoulders
for glancing right
there’s a gleaming
nissan showroom
(“motors selling fast”)
vans & cars
paraded on the forecourt
vans & cars
accelerating
i peer ahead & there’s
a long queue brooding
at the makeshift lights
i look up & sigh
stars are sparse though
a flashing airplane
glides through purple sky
i cough & cough again
Further Reading: Fossil fuels and climate change: the facts
Another Poem by Skendong – Climate Change: It’s Blazing, It’s Scorching