Farewell
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.