ENVIRONMENTAL Poem: ‘Swan found dead with gunshot wounds in Royal Wootton Bassett’, by Chloe Woodhouse

Air shot from her lungs;
the swan sunk to the top

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Water, I wish for water,
the way the fish did when they drowned

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Coquette, her heart is advertising

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Beauty, pose for swan lake
they’ll love it they’ll log on

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Pout so hard your torso has gills

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This is what the screen says
swim woman swim
The (algo)rithm eats away all self from our heads

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the world is so fucked

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i
try to shout
“
grab my hand!
hold on
please
WATERS
CONNECT!
“

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