Yellowcake

I’ve seen it in the mirrors that

The fleeting death-wish speeds

From ugly strangers tugging at the lie,

If they’re to be dismembered

From the vision, since remembered

Then that vision, surely, touches you and I?

 

The corridors are endless in

The palaces of power,

And islands are forbidden by the law,

But life shall be extended

At the instant it’s defended

Though the traitors pack their dollars at the door.

 

The mighty mausoleums

In the images of man

Have wracked this sorry planet to the core,

And background radiation

Is the heart’s-blood of the nation…

Though the heart just isn’t beating anymore.

 

David Lewis Paget