Turning inward
after The Fall
Looking inside
to hide
from it all
The windows are closed
against the wintry frost
The shades are drawn;
sun breaks in, yet still
daylight is lost
Cinematic discs of plastic
entertain us, jaded to magic
We who prefer to talking heads
or terrors to talk of, tossing in bed---
manly muscle, bosoms, bustle;
a joke more priceless than
Her Majesty's diadem,
we incubate in breasts of hubris
the spirit of our times and nation
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