Martin Stannard "The Last Days of Petrol" by Bridget Khursheed, Shearsman, 78pp, £10.95 “My interest is in ecopoetry . . .” says the author on the back cover. Among other things, Ms. Khursheed cleans canals (“I am down here cleaning out the leaves….” ) and writes poems. A jury will decide which of those activities is the more laudable. And ecopoetry as a thing sounds very 21 st -century, don’t you think? (Discuss) As with many other collections of poetry that announce themselves as having some kind of theme the stall is set out on the first page and, in this instance, in the first line of the first poem: “How did we get here?”, and it’s no surprise that in many of the poems the natural world is in an uneasy relationship with the ‘unnatural’ world of people. Plus, we are definitely doomed: the tide is coming in and will wash up the beach, next the cottage . . . . . the tourists, the viaduct where our car is parked, eat up our very