cradling our anxieties, humming what we believe
It doesn't look like it will happen today
but believe me, it's coming, the astral and angry,
the planet included then cast away.
The doctor says that the smoke is still there
and what he means really is that there's fire
ongoing, steadily it burns, somewhere.
Herr Doctor, Herr Professor, Herr To Whom it concerns,
I'm asking where I should search for the cinders
when there are flames everywhere.
Four men who had never ridden horses before
gather outside their headquarters in silence
and their lips are sore. One of them flicks
a cigarette butt to the floor, 'So let's end it then'
he says. Four clumsy riders out to tell the world
that it is no more, there will be no more.