Plague Songs - In the City of Veralynn / by Rich Hobbs

In Veralynn, freshly renamed

Capital City of Churchillia

Where the tannoys rasp all day and night

Alternating episodes of ITMA with

The World King’s greatest jokes,

     The felon’s corpse

Twists from the gibbet in the brittle breeze.

His crime:

Not mentioning The War.

Mothers turn their children’s faces

From the scene,

Tug tetchily along the length

Of their fraying gasmask cases’ straps

And hurry on to queue for hours

    For meagre rations

Of the most basic of Life’s Simplest Essentials.