16 April 2012
There are few,
Things human beings love more
Than a fucking disaster.
How else can one explain
You never see more people
Gather round anything except
When it goes terribly, terribly wrong.
I have been thinking about this
During the recent bombardment
Of anniversary hype leading up to
Which now separates us
From the sinking of the RMS Titanic.
Nothing much I can do about it,
So moan I shall, prophetically.
Just like those twiddly societies
That re-enact medieval battles,
If there ever was such a thing,
In the future,
When we are up to our necks
In 100 billion people or more,
When Cannibalist Parties
Have taken over our legislatures,
Real life re-creations of the sinking
Of the RMS Titanic will take place.
Thousands of Mexicans and Hindoos
Will be-deck the ship and
It will be aimed into one of the last icebergs
Making its way down the Newfoundland coast
From Greenland and it will be filmed
So that we may better share
Their moonlit agony.