Friday 7 June 2013

flying animal weather man

Imagine this-
animals
flying
aboard a chunk of rock,
suspended in a vast expanse of nothing much
(and everything at all)
eyes trained for a ball of fire,
ninety two millionish
miles away.

Who take the time to turn
(personally slighted)
to their weapons of hysteria.
And loudly proclaim;
"You
Mr Weather Man
with your instruments and your data
and your maps and your charts
and your wit and your cheer
and the little clicker we cannot see-
You
Sir
have deceived us"