Parallel Universe
by Ziggy Dicks
The North Atlantic drift brushes heat
warming crabs on Britain’s coasts
as they sit folded in their armour
like sunken knights snoozing in sun
Sea gulls migrate away from cities
in ragged flocks for scraps
unable to land on panelled roofs
around wind turbine swords
Pigeons swoon at bank steps
coos stunted away from doors
as managers leave dazzled
dirty suited under no clouds
The executives share low looks
with officials are awarded bracelets
onlookers raise their hands cheer
loaded with food and none are hungry
