A man with a nightmare in his pocket

All his friends over the socket

No more moon landings

Just brandings

Sweating in a blanket breeze

Trying to hold in a silent sneeze

No more cruise liners

Just miners

Crawling home to an empty bed

Gambling sleep till more than dead

A girl with a shotgun in her handbag

All her days now spent in jetlag 

To collapse well

Is to be unaware

We’re certainly already there

To collapse well

Is to go carelessly

Still saying, “please put hope in me” 

A pig with the country in his locket

All farms closed over their losses

No more white winters

Just splinters

Racing in the steel air you breathe

Wiping your tears with unease

No more proud generals

Just medals

Hanging on now forgotten men

Kneeling down in another pen 

A cow with a warhead in his cupboard

All eyes stare at the numbers

To collapse well

Is to be unaware

We’re certainly already there

To collapse well

Is to go carelessly

Now saying, “hope has broken me”