You crack in the waves like gelignite
Hot as a fuse meant to explode
Some device laid in a parked car
Anonymous as plague
Your name wiped from every registry
So the police do not look
How did you do that?
You, as a dancer, a cook
Your face on TV a B grade celebrity
And in the car park deals were made
As to how the earth shook
But you were past caring
Bent lower than a burnt beef steak
You took the money
Padded into the pillows
Of your country life
No point in sharing
Those verdant fields and weeping willows
With the plebs out there
And so the wretched process follows
You fall flatter than an otters arse
Even TV pundits can't work it out
Maybe the preference of celebrities curse
Here one day, gone the next
Depending on what you had to say
Is the belief in your role as nurse
Where are their journalism skills?
Here they are found in this dire trend
In local government toward occult mysticism
Strapped to bombs bigger than Dallas
And they want to talk to you
What do you say?
That the bomb has its own trajectory
Out into the world taking out people
And property equally?
How to talk someone down from this
An extreme existentialism
Man become bomb, defined retrospectively?
How long should one cook a salmon fillet?
There is always the bang to consider.
© shaun patrick green 2011
