- Brave New World
- In the new world
- You’ll walk through the cobwebed
streets of the abandoned capital.
- Hacking through the forests that line Trafalgar
square and Piccadilly.
- The lack of human smells upper cutting its way
through your mind.
- Only nature here, the scents whisper, only nature.
- You’ll stalk the city parks now full of wheat fields
- The crops, whipped up by the wind to salute you as
- And finally, you’ll climb up,
- Ascending through the canopy to stand upon the
ruined dome of St Paul’s.
- Tracing the cracks with your eyes,
- The dome shattered like an old skull.
- The pieces scattered and forgotten amongst the dust
- You catch a smell of history mixed with holy water,
- A scent long ago forgotten.
- The small sounds fly up through the empty air to
- Street sounds made by nature, as the evening wind
tickles your neck.
- All the hairs standing to attention out of respect.
- You’ll see a city laid out before you,
- It’s spirit broken like a crucified criminal.
- The rooftops, cracked like old skin, broken like old
- And then you’ll look down,
- To see spaces being cleared by the hands of tiny
- In this new world of ancient ways.
- Clearings for new homes to be built,
- New lives to begin.
- Lives that will never know any other way.
- As the sun drops, you’ll hug your animal’s skins
closer to you.
- The only clothes you will ever know.
- The only clothes you ever truly earned.
- Pulling them tight across the faded Gucci tattoo’s
on your arms.
- The rusted lip piercing flakes memories onto a world
blessed with terminal amnesia.
- And in that bone tired, soul tired, so tired moment,
- You’ll finally see what this brave new world is.
- Its how the old scarred, beard masked, beautifully
grizzled face of nature is meant to be.
- The sunset slices into the millennium bridge, bent
- Rusted and ruined, made unsafe.
- Twisted and tamed by the jungle,
- A monument to a forgotten mistake called
- The capital lying there below you,
- So still, so calm, so graceful in its death throws.
- Hear it whisper, ‘forgive them all, they know not
what they do.’
- And the new world will seem like a blanket draped
over your shoulders.
- Like a soothing, loving mother’s kiss on your cheek.
- And you’ll know, in that moment,
- That this brave new world,
- This new garden of Eden,
- Is a world that man will also destroy.