the future manifests as three dead whales at Skegness
who read the runes so wrong what manner
of malfunction how far out of kilter
were the magnets to leave us stranded landed
like a bad bet a thing beyond repair
this no through road this blunt dead end
so recently smoke and promises
now a suppurating mass to be covered
over left to rot on this recalcitrant land
walk away the stench is overwhelming