Dancing on the Beach
I woke up to a world
where the bears and the bees
had not cast their ballots
but the humans had:
a brave brand-new world
where an abundance
of guns guaranteed
safety and peace,
where an ample range
of promises rained down
on the fields like fertiliser,
tremendous and toxic,
and where the deceitful tongue
was spreading like the olive-tree
in the house of God,
laughing us to scorn.
I woke up to a crowd
dancing on the beach, drunk,
while the floods were gathering
from the heights and the horizon,
a world watching and filming
on ten thousand screens
its boats and its bridges
falling apart. I woke up.
Christina Egan ©2024
On Nov. 5th, 2024, it became evident that the great project of democracy
is about to destroy itself, taking the whole of our civilisation with it.
Christina Egan 
