The North Sea Speaks To Terrestrials Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Dear Terrestrials

The plastic in my fathoms
Ten times worse than the start of the century!
My depths hold a tangle of bags
You bin millions of bottles per day

Fishing gear and more macro plastic
You spawn, have you got a death wish?
By the year twenty thousand and fifty
Your plastic will outweigh fish

One in three of the fish in your nets
Have sucked plastic in while feeding
Whales, seals, discarded nets
This is death that is known as ‘ghost fishing'

You want examples? Ropes, lines.
Cigarette filters, food packaging,
Bottle caps, tableware,
Nylon, acrylic, all swishing
With razors, toothbrushes, and buds
Toxic chemicals, nuclear, polluting

A plastic bag used fifteen minutes.
Can take one thousand years to go
Do you too eat toxic waste?
Science says you already do.

Human fertility's dipped.
Terrestrials, I could go on.
My future's linked with yours.
You could be our swan song