One For Sorrow
In the final days before the apocalypse,
we wrap ourselves in overcoats of feathers,
a million birds gather to protect themselves.
Dante's Inferno of a steel city, huge pipes and nuclear bunkers,
murky and foreboding, swirling steam, smoke and ash,
sinister-looking figures flitter in silhouettes and shadows,
A churning mass of paperwork turning and whirling,
trash down every avenue, a whirligig of flying debris,
catastrophes, twisting and yearning, writhing winds.
Sky blood red darkening distant denials, away, away,
destitution and devastation, the way, the way, magpies watch
the passing of billions with lazy eyes mirroring memories.
Remember me, the final words and thoughts sighing innocence,
the route now so clear and obvious, too late we understand.
Magpies fly away into the violent storm,
forgetting brooding nests, a new dawn.
Hope you've all had a good festive time --- a very well earned breakd --- and all is well with you.
Now back to writing!
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