November 2007
it’s like the night’s invaded afternoons
these days, pushing back the border of dusk
to the heartland of richard and judy.
the front line of the war is approaching.
they’ll soon be in occupied territory
broadcasting their report on conditions
with the curtains closed and the big light on
and viewers phoning in to win a lamp.
there’ll be a man with a fat black microphone
reporting from somewhere in the twilight zone.
richard will ask how the locals are coping
and the man will say that spirits are high.
judy will clutch her clipboard, look concerned
and say something banal about dunkirk.
* Roddy Williams lives, paints, writes and works in London. A radical atheist, his Haiku Diary of Common Sense can be found at http://hairybloke.blogspot.com/
