2001 a space tragedy

2001.a New York

Hard-nose the high way
The hard from the sky way
Delivering death
On the breakfast table
The Eagle has landed
In the eyrie of mammon
Scattering the eggs
Of the golden goose
Holy books
Rain from the dust clouds
Still clutched
In the over-heated hands
Of the book-keepers

2001.b Westchester

In another county
Small daughters
Start school
Looking forward
To their mothers’
Last lunchbox
Unaware of the emptiness
Of the coming eve
Their present screams
Of school-girl delight
Will have no echo
In tomorrow’s screams
Of despair


2001.c Washington

Speaking from his favourite bunker
The President waved his wedge
Threatening all foreigners
With his full wrath
Long economic shadows
Fall from foreshortened hills
Rumours swirl across the mills
The people cry, the pastors scream
Who dared to strike
Our brittle dream
Must now be punished
Light the forge
Hone weaponry
For Harry
And our George