The sea laps over London and LA,
The north and south poles reachable by boat,
But now there are no crew to keep afloat,
No eco-warriors left that could inveigh
Against the melting ice, the rising tide,
The stony wastes of glaciers undone,
While tarmac flows beneath a scorching sun.
And most that once had pulsed with life has died.
Among the bleaching bones no man may go,
The gentry can no longer get the staff,
No Columbine may meet her Pierrot,
Demain is just the same as aujourd’hui,
Month follows month in an unchanging stream –
And Dali paints another sad giraffe.
A second attempt at an end-of-line acrostic, this one on November 2020’s theme. I struggled to make it work and ended up with an irregular rhyme-scheme in the sestet, and a rhyme that requires lines 12 and 13 to be elided.