I looked outside to see
The lawns were covered in broken baubles
Took a walk towards the bees
For the honey, not because it’s noble

The stench of rain was in the air
I ran amuck to see myself
In the reflection of a skip’s lid
A nihilistic head under unruly hair
Street dogs were living as they dared to

I found a green pet cat
In the ruins of Chernobyl
Fear of microwaves and cellphone towers
Had been burning down a village sober