FLOTSAM 'N' JETSAM. 

Sea blown, wind blown,
God what have we done?
Plastic 'n' cans
Bits of nets and broken bottles
Jagged to the edge,
Makes you think,
God what have we done?

Look at the litter strewn,
Birds oiled in decay,
Flotsam 'n' Jetsam
Fancy names for our fancy rubbish.

Huge trees somehow coughed up and regurgitating
Spilling out of the tide
Like an elephant's skull, from an elephant's graveyard,
Gnarled to the tough, telling a different story.

Sea blown, wind blown
God what have we done?
Plastic 'n' cans
They scatter and they run across the sands,
Flotsam 'n' Jetsam
Fancy names for our Fancy Rubbish.

God said it was good,
God what have we done? 

By Andrew Fry.
First Published within Inspirations from The South West 1996.