I was stood by McDonalds the day the sky fell in.

Business as usual in the town centre.
Buy. Sell. Repeat.

The world a watercolour
of Topshop and TK Maxx fashion.

The bottled tans of the young
covered the pale petals of innocence.

The foreign Big Issue sellers
trying to outdo each other. Souls for sale.

The moans of the old and the
stench of dignity lost with disease.

All human life is inevitably here.
And. Awake.

The day I stood by Mcdonalds and the sky fell in,
We all fell asleep.

© James Butler 2010