Looking for You!A Poem by David Lewis PagetI
woke one day to hear them say That
they’d atom bombed Iran, There
was no more threat from them, they said, There
was no more Teheran, They
said all their enrichment plants Would
be dead for a thousand years, ‘It’s
a win for the common man,’ they said In
some logic, so perverse! But
the Nuclear powers got itchy then And
took out Pakistan, ‘There’ll
be no more al-Qaeda, There’ll
be no more Taliban!’ Then
North Korea shot their bolt And
dropped a bomb on Seoul, In
revenge for the war of ‘50 It
was becoming a free for all! Then
Beijing took out Tokyo For
the Daiyou Islands spat, ‘Remember
the Rape of old Nanjing? There’ll
be no more of that!’ While
Hamas firing rockets made Israelis
cross the line, The
next we heard was a nuclear bomb Had
wiped out Palestine. The
Saudi’s wiped out Cairo To
get rid of the Brotherhood, And
Moscow, taking a punt Destroyed
Berlin, for well and good. New
York was gone in a flash of light And
London, just the same, While
Moscow’s simply a glowing night On
a radioactive plain. Sydney
went, and Melbourne too, Though
we don’t know how or why, We
thought that we’d have been safe down here ‘Til
we looked up at the sky, New
Zealand sank beneath the sea With
just Rotorua left, Built
up to a huge volcano Spewing
lava along its crest. So
when my cell phone rang, I thought ‘Is
there anybody there?’ I
hadn’t seen anyone round for days Since
the world had gone quite spare! A
message popped up on the screen ‘I
love you, John, it’s me!’ But
I didn’t know who the caller was, It
was signed with the letter - ‘B’. I
tried to call the number back But
I only got a hum, There
wasn’t even a ring tone, Wasn’t
a service I could phone, I
put it out of my mind and thought: ‘The
thing is to survive, I
need to head for the bush if I’m Determined
to stay alive.’ The
following day it rang again And
the message there was clear: ‘I
need you John, are you going to come And
rescue me, my dear?’ I
scratched my head in bemusement But
no thoughts would come to me, I
didn’t know anyone in the world That
signed with the letter ‘B’. I
squatted in an empty house In
the village of Gulnare, Everyone
else had gone away There
were empty houses spare, The
village shop supplied my needs So
I thought that I would bide, To
see if a radioactive cloud Would
blanket the countryside. The
cell rang every other day It
fairly drove me spare, There
wasn’t a way to answer it To
tell her that I was there, And
I hoped she’d finally let me know Just
where she was phoning from, But
all she’d said, and it rang in my head Was
‘I love you, love you, John!’ Perhaps
she was the love of my life That
I’d known, and cast aside, Always
in search of the perfect girl When
I wanted a perfect bride, She
seemed so lonely, phoning me From
the great wide world out there, How
could I tell her that I was stuck In
the village of Gulnare? The
final message arrived before My
batteries died, went flat, I
couldn’t recharge, the lines were down So
I thought that that was that! My
heart sank into my boots, she’d said Where
she was, and that so far, For
‘B’ was stuck in a tiny town In
the depths of Iowa!’ David
Lewis Paget © 2013 David Lewis PagetFeatured Review
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