THE ORGY IS OVER

Finally the orgy over

with macabre fiefdoms

to come;
A dark age rises,

civilisation breaks brittle as a biscuit,

crumb by crumb

Marching to militias

amid gloomy plastic meltdowns
the wires trailing nowhere

The sun has shone, the day

has come and gone

the evening was sweet and elegiac,

now the darkness soars

and the leaves fall

in resignation and despair,

wilting to damp and dissolute mud

Minor notes are struck,

the major has long faded.