The branches written on the sky

Of pencil-scribbled trees

Lamenting the loss of leaves

(Lonely now the birds have died)

Watching the blackened bloated clouds

Sculling slowly across the sea

That roars on over the house and me

(I've been drowning here for hours)

The numbers have been worn away

On the buttons, black and round

The TV dies without a sound

(The whole wide world is dead today)

Letters swarm in garbled words

Sliding, blurred, in doubled lines

The world distorts before my eyes

(Everything's gone, just like the birds)