100 suns

another crisis
and more poor people will die
still, not your fault, eh?

we edit the past
the awkward truths of empire
now never have been

rewrite history
a convenient past glory
who cares about truth?

a mark on the earth
the footprint of a dead god
sixty million years

in a world of mud
I pick glittering fragments
from a lost future

dann sind wir helden
I remember that moment
so long ago now

the girl with blue hair
your dark eyes over the mask
I will forget you

moon over the sea
pretend that this is normal
nothing is the same

the future's weight hangs
like a small child in a sling
to hold, or to drop

reshuffle them then
pick very stupid people
for the clown fascist

so it's not over
it will never be over
wave, then wave and on

almost no time left
but still there is hope, you say
I wish I believed

kestrel, escaping
the seagull three times her size
to watch the shoreline

a sad past glory
an imagined lost empire
that was never real

we wave splendid flags
and pretend it is your fault
welcome to England

'terrorism failed'
in Afghanistan, the dead
perhaps disagree