The intro editor

And even if you do cry an ocean
someone will fill it with plastics and
radioactive elements
because nothing’s sacred anymore.

Three score and ten
if I last until then
I’ll be lucky.

The bible’s been ripped up and used for
cigarette paper
the acts of the apostles?
I think not.

Nothing’s inviolate
it’s all up for grabs.

Look at the President
‘resident evil’
or
just plain dumb?

even anything can go
when anything goes
and
I wonder if ants dream
of sugar.
oh
bugger
that’s another poem title
down the pan.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.