"Notes from End of the World": #1
"Everyone's here, sitting in their deck-chairs and talking in low voices.
There's Edward and Rhiannon, and they're holding hands even though their divorce came through a week ago.
Their spoiled children are silent, watching the skies as they sit cross-legged on the grass.
There's John, the vicar, and the imam whose name I don't remember,
and they're sitting together, afraid,
and they're holding each other because there's no-one else with the time left to hold them.
And all the thugs and bullies are sat down with their mothers,
and the common is so quiet now and on my cheeks are tears.
And I hold my pale tired children, and as we watch the new dawn rises.
And the light is green and purple and my eyes are turning in.
And the people of the villages hide their heads and end their quarrels, because our futile interactions are as fleeting as our skin.
The dawn is rising higher and a bitter smell encroaches.
We're all molten now like honey
and the tide is drawing in.