Sirens
In that moment
when your cup tips
you will sip
on emptiness
It is already too easy
to taste nothing –
too easy by delineation –
another failure
but a profitable design –
a greedy manipulation
We pass tipping points
as lost time is re-defined
by low mutterings
about our obvious losses
but still not openly
noted –
not tabloid-known –
Still unseen less stuff
Enter no payments
against overdue bills
Forget out-of-print
backorders sought online
Dismiss forthwith
learning other languages
Possibly embrace
Morse Code’s flat voice
Forget your mortgage
and overseas trips
Come with me under
a protective stairway
Pray – It is now too close
to that fearful time
of no refills or top-ups
Old bombs will drop
