A Bomb A Nation

And Easter Day, we didn`t get to the country,
So we took young Cyril to church. And they rang a bell
And he said right out loud, crumpets.--T.S. Eliot

think so excessively much
of what they choose
to entertain themselves with

always so amplified
as loud as shit stinking

they pollute the air
damage the skin of creation
with their wickedness

into every minute, pounding
time as sore as space

forever popping up, shoving up

not the heads of flowers
wish they’d die down

who'd disturb us
I wish were all
dead and buried


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
9:41 p.m. 23.03.08