The sandwashed banks and beaches breathe no more
They choke on the chilling chinks of households offshore
Mounts upon mounts of multiple mulch bid fishes snore
The sea below sick on its sickbed
Platoons upon platoons of plastic pitch party and score
Moluscs oysters and sharks have a lean family meanscore
The water level rises away from the core
Restaurants itch for more sea food
Local livelihoods lose and brood
Global neighbourhoods covered in a hood
Plastics polarise polute and prick the mood
Sea sick land low air ails all gloom.