The World OutsideA Poem by David Lewis PagetIt looked all right through the windows of Our cosy sitting room, The day was light and the sun was bright But the house was like a tomb, The other rooms were as cold as hell With their stalactites of ice, That dripped from the bedroom ceiling down To meet the stalagmites.
I’d settled Eve on the couch and spread A blanket round her arms, I didn’t think I should tell her, just In case she became alarmed, She’d spent a week in the sitting room For she wasn’t feeling well, How do you say, ‘We’ve fallen into The Seventh Circle of Hell!’
They taught us the laws of physics were Impossible to change, Gravity, mass, and basic math Had a certain, definite range, But men of science had interfered With the particle known as ‘God’, They’d built the Hadron Collider and The results, they said, were odd.
I could have told them how odd they were When I went outside to see, My car was covered in mushrooms And a train sat up in the tree. A whale was floating beneath the Moon And a porpoise lay in the park, The light was bright in the sitting room But outside, it was dark.
Nothing remained the way it was For all the colours had changed, The lawn, the colour of strawberry jam And the sky was rearranged, The stars were falling like sequins in A cluster of drops like rain, And ice was forming up on the eaves That tasted like champagne.
I went inside and I slammed the door, I turned on the News at 6, They said there’d been an apology But it wouldn’t be hard to fix, They’d run the Collider backwards to The way that they’d done before, And hopefully, the ‘particle God’ Would be as he’d been once more.
I sat with Eve as the sun went down And I tried to keep her still, Away from the hallway mirror so She wouldn’t scream or squeal, The lines were deepening on her face As our lease on life had lapsed, I hoped she wouldn’t go out today With the world outside, collapsed.
The sun rose up in the morning as It had for a million years, And everything was familiar, They’d run the thing in reverse. The News went back to the good old things We were used to, from before, Stabbings, murders, infanticide And that good old standby, war!
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Added on March 22, 2014Last Updated on March 22, 2014 Tags: stalactites, physics, science, sequins Author
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