Belshazzar's Feast Jet engine drones In the ozone Rattling the skies The dome shaped skies Rattling my ears Rattling my eyes Jet engine drones Has an ominous tone Rattling my core Rattling my bones The man cutting grass Has a high-pitched tone The cat this morning Has a menacing moan The street cleaner With bristles for wheels Sucking up Crisp packets in the leaves Has a whirring buzz Like the bell on the doors Modern bells Retro tones The cat is on the wall Tracking me The cat it starts to wail What is it telling me? There’s writing on the wall Indecipherable Rattling my eyes Rattling my core It’s super charged fuelled Like Belshazzar’s feast, Looting, fuming, Consuming and assuming Repeat the same thing Over again One starts to notice The less obvious things Because a daily repetition Is a postman’s algorithm ‘There’s a lull in the letters,’ He says ‘Letters on the lull, The writings on the wall' He says 'The writings on the wall’
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AuthorSam Weldon - Artist |