'Ark' by Simon Armitage
'They sent out a dove
It wobbled home, wings slicked in a rainbow of oil
A sprig of tinsel snagged in its beak
A yard of fishing line binding its feet
Bring back, bring back the leaf
They sent out an arctic fox
It plodded the bays of the Northern fringe
in muddy socks and a nylon cape.
Bring back, bring back the leaf
Bring back the reed and the reef
set the ice sheet back on its frozen plinth,
tuck the restless water course into its bed,
sit the glacier down on its highland throne,
put the snow-cap back on the mountain peak.
Let the Northern lights be the Northern lights
not the alien glow over Glasgow or Leeds.
A camel capsized in a tropical flood.
Caimans dozed in Antarctic lakes.
Polymers rolled in the sturgeon's blood.
Hippos wandered the housing estates.
Bring back, bring back the leaf.
Bring back the tusk and the horn unshorn.
Bring back the fern, the fish, the frond and the fowl,
the golden toad and the pygmy owl.
revisit the scene where swallowtails fly
through acres of unexhausted sky
They sent out a boat
Go little breaker,
splinter the pack- ice and flows,
nose through the rafts and pads of wrappers
and bottles and nurdles and cans,
the bergs and atolls and islands and states
of plastic bags and micro beads
and the forests of smoke.
Bring back, bring back the leaf,
bring back the river and sea.'