'Did you see that?'
'Did I see what?'
'How the sky split like it was sliced by a silver blade; how all the stars tumbled out like children on a playground.'
'I'm trapped. I can't escape. Maybe, one day, when I'm free...'
And then a moment’s madness reigns
As light and darkness start their fight,
And blood-soaked clouds the sky-fields stain
And swords of silver rip the night.
They strut about,
Wings flapping in erratic waves
Mouths gaping, vomiting words.
About neighbours, friends, politics.
They have opinions,
To share vociferously
Over garden walls.
They have the answers,
Know the solutions
To the world’s intractable ills.
They strut and shout and shake their wings,
Perched on unsteady branches
Beside clumsy, tree top nests,
A community who know what’s best,
A moral majority, the righteously indignant,
Through assured and empty eyes,
Fearless in their stupidity.