During the ninth month of the recession
closely cropped pictures of depression were taken
by almost everyone whose sole possession was a mobile phone.
It became a popular past time to paste the best on Facebook
where they lay as visceral wallpaper twittering behind heavily defended walls.
When the last fiscal stimulus of international crap had finally gone awry,
heads of state at first corrupt had then gone crazy
and whole populations voted to incarcerate them behind electronic gates
where they no longer were able to sap the spirit, intellect, character and will.
In the crisp cold air of the mall there was the making of a revolution.
On a worn velvet bible a presidential incantation
allowed the re-invention of a nation to slowly begin again.
The huddled masses made warmth beneath the statue
murmurs funnelled up through ascending pillars of incense
fulfilling promises that had been broken a million times before.
Copyright remains with me the author Philomena Ewing