29th March 2021
As you toil up shouldering a heavy sack
Some obviously irritated people step back,
Stand above the path, to let you pass.
To them, you are so utterly lowly:
You can feel the sneering tut
Of their well cut looks.
They would never stoop
– And stoop, and stoop, and stoop again as you do –
To gather plastic rubbish from any beach.
And if their disobient yapping snapping dog
Should crap smack in the middle of this or any other track,
No concern of theirs!
For they push no baby buggy,
Don’t have the care of outdoor-stumbly toddlers.
So it isn’t their problem, the stinking beshitment
Of complex little wheels
And sea-hurrying glittery boots or,
Worst of all,
Tiny toes in favourite fairy sandals…
Not their problem at all!
© Christopher Jessop 2021