QUICKLY

QUICKLY

read this poem quickly
we have not much time

an nasteroid/comet/meteorite
is going to
hit this Earth tonight

but even before which
tensions on the planet ensure
the button will
get pressed

failing which a killer virus
has obviously escaped

and then one or two
of the world’s
super
volcanos
is primed to blow
fill the Earth with pyroclastic flow
toxic dust
blot out the sky, the Sun
so, read
this poem
have some fun

best thing to do now
quite frankly

SAD TO THINK

SAD TO THINK

can’t put
my finger on it

something seems
off

the wind feels odd
the TV
    looks wrong

everyone I hear
feels that
the truth
    must be hidden
cannot be
uttered at
all costs

the plot
    has been lost
the record stuck

and those who
deny what we see with
our own
eyes

are believed

cannot put my
finger on it

seems like
the beginning of the end

we had
our run, had our time

self-destruct is
   now on
                     override

sad to think what
we might have become
    could have been

VICTORY

VICTORY

You were screening
a film about your victory

when news
of your defeat, your
complete defeat came

sudden consternation
in the projection box
reels were exchanged
and that
film replaced

by one so different,
one that dealt
with the death of hubris,
end of arrogance

and a way that slowly,
painfully
        the sins and crimes

might be
confessed before humanity;
some redemption take place.