At the End of the World

On the edge of the world,
where only power and influence survive.
The ‘greatest’ of men collide.
Teasing nuclear envelopes
like they were children, with creepy-crawlies.
And just as this mighty cloud of wealth
teetered on the brink…
A loud voice
from our crowd
remembered the bosom
(the curve and breadth
of sweet breast)
out loud.

You’ll never believe that one shout saved the world!
Or rescued our leaders from their throw-away plot
to blow us all up,
but you’ll have to believe that it’s true.
And as she shouted again I’ll tell you –
So swift fell the anger and shame
Like a shroud
As each nutter revisited memories
of pink warmth
and worth.