World idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean
The Ancient Mariner, Coleridge

I am concerned about the world,
this painted ship,
there are too many people, coloured plastics,
paper and shit.

I am concerned about the ship,
on the painted ocean, looming at noon
under a bald sun.

I want to put its warm shape
into your hands;
hessian, brocade and old silk. Notice
its worn armature, threads and hieroglyphics.
We are not idle—
                     The painted ship
on a painted ocean, watch its edges burning.
Scrape back to pyramids, poetry,
coriander, honey, and seasalt fish.

I am concerned
about the world.