Dear Poet,
Thank you for submitting to ClimAct’s inaugural Pen a Coal Poem for Christmas Competition.
In case you didn’t read the automated disclaimer carefully—as Gina’s A1-devotee—Coral Bleach’s Our Profits was always entitled to win. Like Gina, Coral must always wins. It’s true. Ask anyone.
Howevs, in accepting her own high-rank grading award for Our Profits, in the spirit of open-pit, Coral also recited your deeply meriting substrata-submission. Given its underlying devotion to all matters coal and clean energy subsidies forthwith, we’re convinced Malcolm Turnbull also did some of the heavy lifting* and trust that you’ll duly share your coal prize with Our Giant Quarry’s PM.
Yours forever in fossil fossils,
The Coal Diggers 💋
Coal by Josh Frydenberg and Matt Canavan
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
An open cut coal mine pit can reach, when feeling out of sight
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Noise, dust and environmental destruction that coal mining brings to people and health
I love thee expensively as only bribes from the mining industry can be
I love thee purely, as they turn a green idyll into and choking, dust laden wasteland
I love thee with the passion put to use to get as much money as I can before the global market turns the taps off
I shall but love thee better after the many millions that die due to coal pollution pass away each year
* our proper props and thanks go to ghost writer Cyclone Charlie!