Epilogue

Aluminium foil doesn’t stop the signal from getting in to disrupt you, they fool you with that claptrap and you keep your mouth shut because you think you’re fooling them.

We’re being microwaved,
oxygen-starved and carved up
ready for their table
it’s all about the signal,
everything is.

And you might think that the end of the World will look like the end of the World, it won’t, it’ll look like Primark does on Saturday, people falling over themselves to get what they can from the overstocked shelves.

There’s thunder coming
and a storm approaching
I’m burying my head in
the sand.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.