Offset Someplace Else

Under the hazy hampton sun
A flower show has just begun
While Nero fiddles, people sweat
Humid heat then months of wet
Our scorching planet future warm
Makes Russia's wastes our only farm
Amid concern a fashion walk
Inspires, excites, much more than talk
Are Georgie's clothes and David's Plants
A lease of life or funeral dance?
A message mixed with hope or fear?
Oceans dead are oceans clear.
With flights on offer we may confuse
So I'll leave the last to Shakespeare's Muse.
"All this men know but none know well
To spurn the heaven that leads men to this hell"

Steve Stretton, July 2007