Sound the alarm. London bridge is falling down. The bricks are rotten. The paint is flaking. Let us sit on the ground whilst the churches burn. The scriptures are encoded in the blankets. Here is where he met her at the well. He bent down to wash her feet. He annointed her head with engine oil. The tides control the moon and we’re all too moon sick today to go to work. Barefoot with frozen toes we will burn the metaphors yellow to keep ourselves warm. Sap is bleeding as the trees wait for Persephone to arrive with Hades heart.