Earth will close for business from next
Sunday
No service will continue from thereon,
Make your own arrangements for Hereafter,
The wind flapped round the posters, then was gone.
Little
groups of people stood bewildered,
Hardly speaking, dazed, almost not there,
No-one even turned to hear the rumble,
A blundering tank that turned into the square.
Its blind,
one-eyed gaze swung around to face them,
Lingered for a moment, carried round,
No-one thought to shout or scream or shelter,
It crunched in gear and lumbered out of town.
No-one
knew who made that stark announcement,
Nobody could be bothered to feel fear,
No-one could be arsed to ask the question,
No men with brushes pasted posters here.
I alone
had any tears left over,
I alone could hear the fading call,
The rest had long accepted it was futile,
I alone had grief to spare at all.
Andy
Morley January 20th 2007