Dust and words
Words and dust 
Swirling

We are no longer in a
Civilised world.
One suffers
And says nothing.

Semen spit 
It out; who didn’t
Stand for anything.

Heathen claiming sainthood –
God is breathing hot
Anger molten 
Deterioration.

We drank farewell
To civilsation
With an air of finality
While performing
On an upright
Piano.

Because that’s what you do.
You don’t ask forgiveness
Or change tack.
You just 
Have a good time
Before you die.

We all became 
Confidential 
And almost emotional.

Almost 

Says nothing.