In this next age
a sepia dawn will break
and sustain.
End time dust clouds,
shifting umbrae lands.
Now all are
crawlers, gloamers
in twilight sun rays.
First television
then just the sound,
now sometimes
distant radio, deep
far into the brown.
Please-
Some mouldy cheese
or black edged leaf.
The last vitamin D,
piled in quarters.
What was the argument?
Dunno.
Toilet paper, hand sanitiser,
people in old boats.
We let their children drown.
Watched them sink
into our northern seas.
Then a doubter
wrapped in self anger/
poisoned by malaria tablets,
pushed the button.
©️ Dai Fry 20th May 2020.