I turned to find a world that was not there,
Its pages blank, the quisling air grown dumb;
No sign, no sign, all vanished in thin air.
I ransacked drawers and cupboards, all quite bare,
Each finger now had grown into a thumb;
I turned to find a world that was not there.
I stopped to catch my breath and say a prayer
But lost the thread before ‘Thy Kingdom come’;
No sign, no sign, all vanished in thin air.
I glanced into a mirror in despair,
My lips were mouthing out ‘fee fi fo fum’;
I turned to find a world that was not there.
I panicked, fled the room and down the stair,
Outside, no trumpets blared, no cymbaled drum;
No sign, no sign, all vanished in thin air.
I joined the throng of those who’d ceased to care,
Our memories now fading, hearts grown numb.
I turned to find a world that was not there;
No sign, no sign, all vanished in thin air.