a poem by Ellie Hersey
‘Oh how I love to walk in the graveyard
When all the grass has been cut;
The fresh smells,
Guided by a gentle breeze,
Wofting up from the earth to meet my nose..’
Act Now!
The leaves are changing,
The trees are falling down,
The virus is still in the air
The heat is scorching
Australia is burning down,
Ukraine is none the wiser
The end of the world
Starts with events
That we gradually get used to
Events that we brush off
And say ‘It’ll blow over’
Until one day,
Whoops
Wer’e all dead.
a poem by Ellie Hersey
Where the rest of the world is on Fast Forward,
I am on Standby
And hoping to Rewind.
“Why can’t they just get another Queen?”
“Because Good old Liz,
She don’t want to let go.
You’d have to pry that fucking crown
Out of her cold dead hands.”
The End of the World
Starts with events that we gradually get used to.
