Inner Vocal Quiver

As if a child should understand an  adult’s muddle,
putrid oil slick puddle,
the dreadful pain we foist on wide-eyed offspring.
Robotic elders crush with rigid slabs
of Portland censure whatever spark remains
in tiny rosebud coloured cheeks before their prime.
Those innocents should never have to wrap
their nascent minds around the wanton desecration of intertidal lakeland wetness gradients,
the callous douse of velvet purple algerita berries,
blighted by the stark timbre  cloud forms
that recklessly pour bile on every genus.
The rug rats at our feet may never know
the joys of sap-addicted sugar gliding nocturnal possums, whose acrobatic tree to tree mirror ball
exploits mock Isaac Newton’s legacy,
that kinkajou of tail grip fame who flaunt their tan glow
wooly fur coat in broad daylight,
or dawn to dusk fennec fox, a doughty eagle
owl and jackal dodger whose kissing cousin dens
pockmark terracotta forests.
A heartless milieu asks our clutch and clan
to dwell in
alloy girder mousetraps, pale decor rat infested tumble downs gouged out by scrimp and scrape
rust bucket caterpillars.
Beyond belief we tolerate the nick and hoist pressure  cooker elevator,
that transit flight abduction of the harried wage slave parent,
those cotton  garment dress code senseless
dragonfly stand-ins that hover in mid air.
Future bands of mutant stem cell rockers are duty bound to sculpture rimshots meshed in suckling chimes,
when validating rawhide rattle chainsaw fret board anthems
at crowd mosher mud fests,
where rivers of apocalyptic visions burst the bank.
If only grown ups listened to that inner vocal quiver that we
may not yet have cast into plastic resin folly for the   generations weaned in toxic smoke rooms,
we’d pollinate a luscious fairground acorn dotted garden with childhood  zest its one and only buzzword.
A sweet treat gift with natural flavour pending,
eternal life support for  baby planet daisy chains of tender petal linkage,
who‘d finally experience pure clutter free environments,
an eco-world that values new born thirst for natural realms
 

Published on Poetry Soup 10th February 2021.
Medal-winning second place podium award