The Fear

Red streaks drew down our walls. 
Reddened claws of tiger stripes 
threatened weaker life in rustling breaths, 
choking, culling an unlucky two percent 

Except:  solicitous, draconian and officious, 
the wardens flourished, doubling day by day; 
While hoarders, panicking, insidiously 
unmasked a national myth of fortitude; 
While travellers were condemned, because 
maybe, just maybe, well you never know; 
While living was suspended altogether 
so none at all would ever have to die… 

Fevered, we shivered, until reality returned. 
Witness:  a convulsion in the biome 
affecting human life;  our brilliant, fragile 
human life, drowning in its fear. 

Pretty Times

Davros plotted.  The country sank or swam.
The emperor paraded his new clothes 
and celebrated – a new heir, carried by his paramour: 
the sixth? or seventh?? or maybe eighth in line… 

Absent oppositions disarrayed. 
Pretty raged.  Aeroplanes still flew. 
Numbers flailed, miscounted, multiplied,
pretending they could disappear. 

Panics surged around the borders; 
trembling fevers magnified, then compounded. 
Davros plotted. 
The country sank into a swamp.