Grim ‘na green - poem

 

Cool slick fish gleam in dawn’s first light
the hook is set and coffee right
before where nevers
wind force levers
smash tethers
strike in sight

Building canisters rotate round
tuna cans opened with sound
more food consumed
energy loomed
just groomed
quite unsound

Rain grains of mainframe calculus
equations work quietude plus
stalks of tomorrow
talks of sorrow
blame morrow
it can fuss.