Plastic. Poem by Alistair Plint

U-PVC shrouds cheeks
like vinyl forklift seats
stolen for the Bobcat
to hide diamonds
while floating
circumferences of the law

Smiling,
"work is done"
believing we are miners
Having never set foot
on open pits
It's done for blood;
sometimes money
Just to watch
gift-wrapped smiles
and"thank you honey"

Lips full of nylon beads
filling Thermosetting Polymers
blinding the eyes
welded in place
by fusion of melted PVC

Staring in the mirror

This make up
that I wear
is not permanent;
washing away
in water

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