In a night tavern, even in a long winter,
That Striptease Nature was one night only.
When a bell rang, a keeper started serving
Almost everything.
That carbon emission was not less than
Yesterday
Or even the day before yesterday. Yes
Was the dancing whilst microplastics
Glitter all over a brittle stage.
When the applause, from the audience,
Got louder and the nicotine smoke got bigger,
Inhaling all together
At the same time was a habit.
“Juan for all, all for Juan!” Shouted
By the audience when the lights were off
For some time, and when the lights were back
On stage, a half-naked Juan appeared
As a blazing fire, everyone burnt alive;
At the end of the night, left no one breathing,
That breathless souls
Were the biggest smoke of them all.
From time to time, that deep blue sea,
A wave splashed stronger than the next.
When a plastic raft got tired,
A sperm whale began engulfing
What was left of it, killfilled
A hundred-year-old turtle.
Since then, single-use plastic
Was branded, the new jelly.
That space under the sea
Seemed to be bigger than its outside world,
If ever not complicated, a mirror beyond
Human comprehension.