nostradamus in drag

For Kurt Vonnegut

radio stations
were the tools of the devil
in the end

when we all walked
to the sea
on all fours

dipped our heads in
a mari amor

were the first sentient beings
on mars

when we all had
radical surgery
and got around on wheels

looking like
dinosaur cadillacs

were the first things to go
on the day

we all realised
we were children
of the dusty space omelette

and on the day
that we all died
and turned to snowglobes

all the answering machines
played that sad song
from the old movie

about romeo and juliette