poem
Yesterday the wind came And pushed some trees over Humans – hairless apes, really - Pointed and stared
The next day A shapely young woman came And young humans – hairless apes, really - Pointed and stared
In the evening A movie came to a cinema And, under the loud screen, a couple kissed And his penis pointed and stabbed
If this sexual flower can still blossom, in the ruins of wine-red war, purple plague and black drought Then surely the sun will outlive - outshine! outlast! outpour! - The sun will still bake the earth, long after The final hairless ape Crumbles back into dusty earth
Lord, have mercy Christ, have mercy Lord, have mercy