
CC licence 1.0 UPD
by Allan Lake
Reintroducing slavery was never going to be
popular with wage slaves. Leftovers exit stage
right. The civil in civilisation went for a walk
leaving “I sat” etcetera and twiddled thumbs
as a gagged Mother Nature was gang-banged
till she almost lost consciousness. X marks
the spot if there’s ever an investigation.
Just yesterday everything was white
as new sheets, black as oil, as anthracite.
Carbon content. Emphasis on 1st syllable.
Now a lull, a hush as wary birds catch breath,
as seasons adjust, as fires burn themselves out.
No one stands for an anthem or much else.
Weariness amazes, dazes. Pitch a tent?
Make a lean times lean-to? Paddle further north
and live off the land on an island that wasn’t
in the eye of the stormtroopers? Baffling
Baffin or still Greenland did not blink
or change colour as an ugly, kingsized
kingdom kinghit itself with avoidable con-
sequences. Not much jingle jangle this morn
but there is guilty mourning. Oh Mama,
we knew where the flowers went and
it wasn’t San Fran. A handful of years
is not normally an Age and, not wanting
to perpetuate use of misnomer, I’m hunting
for bon mot while on the lookout for edibles.
Interlude won’t do, although that last syllable
is stiking a chord. Anyway, some baddies
grabbed most of the gold on their one-way
trip to Mars to set up an AI flattery franchise
to cater to their primary needs and any
tourists who dig the atmosphere.
Tar and feathers will fall off in time but
with so much less gravity, it’ll take ages.