Fife Contemporary

Eco-poem

    In the Land of Faraway
when things break we mend them,
we sort and shape and bend them
    and when they’re old (too old to fix)
we smash them up and mix them,
we use the bits like little bricks
    to form designs without delay
for something new and useful
(not fashionable or youthful
but purposeful and truthful)
    in the Land of Faraway.
And when those things are broken too
(too broken to be spoken to)
    we heat them up and melt them,
    we burnish them and smelt them
to shimmering silver-grey
    and we roll them roly-poly
    until they’re wholly holy
and out of holes we make our souls
    in the Land of Faraway.