We broke in through the back door.

The House was dark

and filled with spider-webs & shadows.

Though abandoned for years

the clack-clack-clack

of the grandfather clock

inexplicably still filled

the otherwise silent hallway.

In the Stillness, the Dust had laid claim

to every horizontal plane and it was now long ago

that the First Dust had started to settle down

to raise a Family.

Though they covered their own tracks as they passed,

other pioneering families followed

in their footsteps

and soon a vast Housing Estate of Dust

spread far and wide.

On tables and shelves,

under cupboards and beds,

on every available surface

Suburbs of Dust arose,

serviced by Dust Shopping Precincts

and Industrial Zones,

Dust Civic Centres & Port Facilities.

Dust Transport Corridors

connected bustling Urban Hubs of Dust!

Teetering skyscrapers of Dust

towered in the Dust CBD

of a teeming Dust Metropolis ruling

an Empire of Dust that flowered before me,

annexing all before it

in a slow motion explosion

of expotential expansion,

an Economy of Inertia

powered by algorithms of Perpetual Growth..

“Ah! Where will it all end?”,

I asked rhetorically.

The empty house, of course,

made no reply,

but then, I already knew

the answer to that one anyway.




The Reverend Hellfire is a practised Performance Poet,

past President of the Kurilpa Institute of Creativity

and an Ordained Minister of the Church of Spiritual Humanism

AND the Church of the Universe.

It is whatever else it isn’t.


~ by reverendhellfire on August 11, 2019.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: