There is a devil in me
That longs for the end of this world.
A devil that delights in the prospect,
Now, it turns out, quite imminent,
Of the whole of this jumbled shit heap
That we call Civilisation,
Tumbling down,
Destroyed by its sheer weight
And lack of self-awareness.
There is a devil in me
That will laugh and dance
On the useless dead screens
On the day the lights go out.
A devil in me that will
Make beautiful sculptures
From the burnt-out husks
Of cars that were torched
When the oil dried up.
A devil that will enjoy hearing
The pained whimpering
Of the bankers, politicians and heads of industry
Finally forced to confront
A cold night outdoors,
A night for which
They never prepared.
andyjukes 