the environment might mind

When you called to tell me I had left the gas on,
the back door unlocked
the windows wide open,

I stared at that photo
in which you lit your face up from beneath,
and waited for the kettle click end of this.

I've been cleaning all week,
I scooped and swept
families of filth into black plastic sacks.

Upstairs the bath is brimming.
I tell you I have to go, its not safe
the heat I emitt
tips off tidal waves,
makes cows lie down in dry fields.