TS Eliot wrote The Dry Salvages as second world war bombs fell on London.The poem imagines humanity adrift in a leaky boat, the sea all about us.But poetry, like the sea, is never still.Where is there an end to the drifting wreckage, the poem asks.The answer: There is no end, but addition reads differently in 2022 than in 1941, as 12m tonnes of plastic are added to the oceans each year.
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