by David Harsent
Then everything closed down, the 'full systems malfunction
we'd been told to expect a blip in the light ot the world
was more what it was: a trip-switch on creation.
Some took to their beds some played wild
music, as if the thing might be kept off
by the sheer burst of it, some spiked jugs ot jvice
and called their children in; some yammered; some threw dice,
the bounce of the bones like a chuckle or a cough
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David Harsent
Last updated March 27, 2023