Magnum PI
Bluelighter
It’s a decidedly clear day.
The sunshines merrily on
the catastrophic scene
unravelling below.
The sunshines merrily on
as the scampering myriads
bump, knock, pounce,
duel, execute, depose.
The catastrophic scene
freezes in a moment
of shadowy desperation:
"look up… mother of god."
Unravelling below
the shoe of man,
a million soldiers lay
on a flattened deathbed.
It’s a decidedly macabre day.
The sunshines merrily on
the Apocalyptic scene
unravelled underfoot.
An elegy to my friend, the ant.
Alan Bird, 18th October, 2000
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It never got weird enough for me
- Hunter S. Thompson
The sunshines merrily on
the catastrophic scene
unravelling below.
The sunshines merrily on
as the scampering myriads
bump, knock, pounce,
duel, execute, depose.
The catastrophic scene
freezes in a moment
of shadowy desperation:
"look up… mother of god."
Unravelling below
the shoe of man,
a million soldiers lay
on a flattened deathbed.
It’s a decidedly macabre day.
The sunshines merrily on
the Apocalyptic scene
unravelled underfoot.
An elegy to my friend, the ant.
Alan Bird, 18th October, 2000
----------------------------------
It never got weird enough for me
- Hunter S. Thompson
