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Lobster are mysterious creatures, and this is a great modern take on them, a lobster with a coke habit, or rather a Pepsi habit. The poem is by Julian Bishop and it was a runner up in this year’s Ginkgo Prize for ecopoetry.


Pepsi – it was the brand he grew
up with – the sweet memory of it,
the familiar tang of aluminium.
Each night cradled in a cot of cans,
suckled on bottles, sleeping on a
seabed scattered with plastic toys,
tops spinning on the floor. Every
one of them Pepsi. He dressed up
in armour – it became a habit
(with a Pepsi logo) – hung out with
a pile of drifters, washed up types
who didn’t even look fine on the
surface. They all drank Pepsi. He
got a tattoo – festooned in red and
blue, he became a brand
ambassador – the extravagant
fandangle spangled on a hand. But
he threw it all away. Bottled it.
Abandoned, he washed up on a
beach – that’s where I found him.
Junked, with only a Pepsi filigree.
Even his mother sent him packing.


Used with kind permission of Julian Bishop.