the friday before the whole fried
salt and desultory shake hand..
the news man intimated
words like latest and limited

exchange and we all will be informed
sold the last language..he cried..
there were our leaders grim face
there was the sky sea and land..

there,  the missiles casual arced..
the world quite another place..!
no more fish or dow index..
no more no next..

on friday last we stayed indoors
no more music at our behest
the dance so many deaths
waiting by the walls..

we avoided birds and eyes
and broke the silence with
a silence..
the flies caught in honey..

the world turned to see
all the toys lay
not much to be
not much at all..