Giant Tube Worms
When the saidnow news of smothering ecological
apocalypse had been assimilated into the culture,
we all could relax once more. It hadn’t been the heat –
‘Martin, order more refrigerators’ – that was stressful,
it was the exhaust headache of dystopian art everywhere,
frankly we could do with some love songs again.
And just in time, away from the fattening of the water,
a group of young thems started being fucking vital
in plume-like vascularised clothes. Undersea
rift worms vampiring on the energy of a volcanic vent.
We’d not realised, living far too close to ourselves,
that evolution had always been a hot and sexy circle.