The world looks to be ending (in your arms)

As you and I abandon all plans past next TuesdayDon’t cry for the mob will hear us sniffle:The mob who forgot their neighbourAmidst their self-mummification who Monitor and mutilate and I long to be in your arms As the Flames rise up like spears in a phalanxAnd we self-isolate in squat-houses,The sky tinted red butContinue reading “The world looks to be ending (in your arms)”