The search for the missing MH370 jet highlighted the amount of rubbish in our oceans. Here’s a poem I wrote about the problem:
THE GREAT PACIFIC GARBAGE PATCH*
We’re in the North Pacific Gyre
To the horizon, a flotilla of plastic flotsam
Hey, there’s even the odd tyre!
We’re in the doldrums of PET remains
Bobbing up and down like sailing boats
Far from the shipping lanes.
We’re in a mire of goopity goop
A slowly spinning whirlpool of waste
A ‘messpool’ of plastic poop.
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(Author’s note: * There sadly is such a place)