DOOMSDAY Or, The Death of Laughter

Something strange awaits us.

Now the Queen of Night unclasps

Her antique spangled dress

And lets her body mock the sun.



They say she wolfed down

Poison mushrooms

At a cosmic orifice party.

They only laughed when

She deigned right to laugh.


The satyrs lift a chalice

To "Aurora Borealis"

And crucify the Clown.



Something strange awaits us.