That Day, the saucers landed. Hundreds of them, golden,
\nSilent, coming down from the sky like great snowflakes,
\nAnd the people of Earth stood and
\nstared as they descended,
\nWaiting, dry-mouthed, to find out what waited inside for us
\nAnd none of us knowing if we would be here tomorrow
\nBut you didn\u2019t notice because<\/p>\n
That day, the day the saucers came, by some some coincidence,
\nWas the day that the graves gave up their dead
\nAnd the zombies pushed up through soft earth
\nor erupted, shambling and dull-eyed, unstoppable,
\nCame towards us, the living, and we screamed and ran,
\nBut you did not notice this because<\/p>\n
On the saucer day, which was zombie day, it was
\nRagnarok also, and the television screens showed us
\nA ship built of dead-men\u2019s nails, a serpent, a wolf,
\nAll bigger than the mind could hold,
\nand the cameraman could
\nNot get far enough away, and then the Gods came out
\nBut you did not see them coming because<\/p>\n
On the saucer-zombie-battling-gods
\nday the floodgates broke
\nAnd each of us was engulfed by genies and sprites
\nOffering us wishes and wonders and eternities
\nAnd charm and cleverness and true
\nbrave hearts and pots of gold
\nWhile giants feefofummed across
\nthe land and killer bees,
\nBut you had no idea of any of this because<\/p>\n
That day, the saucer day, the zombie day
\nThe Ragnarok and fairies day,
\nthe day the great winds came
\nAnd snows and the cities turned to crystal, the day
\nAll plants died, plastics dissolved, the day the
\nComputers turned, the screens telling
\nus we would obey, the day
\nAngels, drunk and muddled, stumbled from the bars,
\nAnd all the bells of London were sounded, the day
\nAnimals spoke to us in Assyrian, the Yeti day,
\nThe fluttering capes and arrival of
\nthe Time Machine day,
\nYou didn\u2019t notice any of this because
\nyou were sitting in your room, not doing anything
\nnot even reading, not really, just
\nlooking at your telephone,
\nwondering if I was going to call.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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