PORTER, Peter
    
      
    
      
    Print Out: Apocalypse     
  
    
      
    When the army of ecologists
  
has scraped the last shellfish
from the lagoon,
    
      
    When all the cars on
  
the urban overpasses are towed
to adventure playgrounds,
    
      
    When the phrase 'fossil fuel'
  
is considered too holy to be used
in crossword puzzles,
    
      
    When Thirties hats and hairdos
  
have comeback into fashion
for the tenth time,
    
      
    When archivists have stored
  
reserve prints of every manifestation
of popular culture,
    
      
    When software and hardware
  
have swapped places in our
advanced computers,
    
      
    When these words are fed in
  
for me to consider, I will come again,
says the Lord…
    
      
    
      
    Your Attention Please
  
    
      
    Your Attention Please 
  
The Polar DEW has just warned that
A nuclear rocket strike of
At least one thousand megatons
Has been launched by the enemy
Directly at our major cities.
This announcement will take
Two and a quarter minutes to make,
You therefore have a further
Eight and a quarter minutes
To comply with the shelter
Requirements published in the Civil
Defence Code - section Atomic Attack.
A specially shortened Mass
Will be broadcast at the end
Of this announcement -
Protestant and Jewish services
Will begin simultaneously -
Select your wavelength immediately
According to instructions
In the Defence Code. Do not
Take well-loved pets (including birds)
Into your shelter - they will consume
Fresh air. Leave the old and bed-
ridden, you can do nothing for them.
Remember to press the sealing
    
      
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    Metamorphosis
  
    
      
    This new Daks suit, greeny-brown,
  
Oyster-coloured buttons, single vent, tapered
Trousers, no waistcoat, hairy tweed – my own:
A suit to show responsibility, to show
Return to life – easily got for two pounds down
Paid off in six months – the first stage in the change.
I am only the image I can force upon the town.
    
      
    The town will have me: I stalk in glass,
  
A thin reflection in the windows, best
In jewellers’ velvet backgrounds – I don’t pass,
I stop, elect to look at wedding rings –
My figure filled with clothes, my putty mask,
A face fragrant with arrogance, stuffed
With recognition – I am myself at last.
    …..