You who have brought me the Apocalypse
Come dine with me
We will sip cement
And eat the flowery rot
Of your murderous invention
We will tell stories
Of ancient fools
And thirsty seamen
Of the last wail
Of the animal
Of Nature’s death
We will dance around
An Electronic table
Displaying Maps
Of Cain and of Abel
Yet we are sleepy now
Deprived of oxygen
We wait for the final signals
From Mars
To Say: All Flesh is Complete