EMILY SYNDROME

EMILY SYNDROME

stuck some poems
in a folder
    ready for revision
(Oh,
     happy day!)

left them not
so long but
long
   longer than
intended

albeit without Sun
or air or
indeed watering
at all

so imagine my delight shock
and horror that
day of
   days, moment
of reopening

when found the little bastards
to have thrived
and multiplied, some

even grown in size
to embrace the gamut
from
     split little
atom through to
       Pandora of expanding universe

poem growing up
prophetic,
apocalyptic
      
            whispering, screeching
to the Universe

their
    primal truth as mirror
and
testimony (dear
reader)

to all
   expanding size

AND BEYOND

AND BEYOND

happily
we are
expanding the war
extending the fighting
throughout
to whole region

taking on
every axis of resistance
axis of evil

allowing the entire
government, every
politician to
wallow in
power
play
    at battle

extend expand
the conflict

across the globe
to the edges
of ths galaxy

killing boldly
where no one
has ever killed before

for
all eternity

to infinity
and beyond