We Arrive.

We arrive perfectly formed

In some delivery room,

A postbox in space

To try and replenish the death

And come up with something new

Or just good,

But end up as cheerleaders

And telly consultants

Til’ we fall asleep,

And the humming stops.

I can see why the gods were summoned.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: