3 November 2024
6 November 2024
just scare pipes
glad rag army
in superhero capes
gobsmacked by incandescent mushroom clouds
on a zero consequence horizon
look, ma, no hands
and literally there are none
then more magic rays!
and all the men are armless
at least my legs remain, a general mutters
a moment before the light effects
take toll; torsos evaporate
heads loll upon the plain
chattering, pontificating
weaselling, mealy mouthed
and then thank god they’re also gone
strewn capes turn to clover
irradiated cows clomp in
finale, a dairy:
gleam machines extract some milk of human kindness
drink it if you dare, digest it if you can