Tuesday, 4 December 2012

The Rapture

The moon turned to blood
and the stars disappeared;
they fell from the sky
after the floods,
and the food is too dear.
Then came the flies.
Parliament stood
and then shut down for a year.
The looters must die,
and where are the good?
Do you remember them here?
Did they leave without saying goodbye?
We once stood where they stood.
We feared what they feared.
But we laughed when they cried.
We forgot what we should
have remembered. 

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