Last night I had a dream. About the end of the world.
The world was breaking apart
and we had just cleaned the flat.
We heard the cracks open and
switched on the news
At the end of our road
the charity buses paused
pirates driving, shouting, pulling
people to come to the country.
I bade Bex goodbye and boarded,
heading for the last flight home.
Pete brought his world instructions,
so we would be able to rebuild it all
when it had calmed down.
10 to 20 years down the line
a new age society
I am married to an asshole
my brother is to be staked at the cross
but the Jesus made of plaster
starts to cry blood
and i am wailing
and so he is spared.
And i find myself explaining to my 5 year old stranger-son
who i was, and who he was.
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