Our Parting Ways Poem by David Lewis Paget

‘We must have entered the Latter Days
For the Moon has broken in two, '
Said Paul Maresh in the month of May
Of Twenty Twenty-two,
‘I said they shouldn't be mining it
And drilling through to its core,
For now the Russians claim half of it
And the States have gone to war.'

‘That nuclear bomb on Ohio left
A crater, big as a lake,
And I heard that Lake Ontario
Has flooded New York State,
The world is shifting allegiances
So we don't know where we are,
Since the Internet has crashed and burned
With my friends, both near and far.'

He went to the old style UHF
That he kept in his father's shed,
Checked that the aerials were up
And the generator fed,
For the power had gone for the second time
And they said, it won't be back,
With the power station the target in
That first, but brief attack.

He switched on channel 11 then,
Hoping to hear her voice,
Through shifting, drifting frequencies
He sat there, calling Joyce,
But all he got was a wailing call
To prayer, from a Dervish man,
Sent out to all of the faithful from
Some place in Pakistan.

He checked through all of the channels that
They'd used, back there in the past,
But mostly got a cracklng sound
From the swirling, nuclear ash,
His sister Joyce, having flown on out
To the States in the month before,
He thought was missing in Florida,
In the first week of the war.

Then a voice came through on channel three
That was lost, and fraught with pain,
‘Is that the Paul Maresh I met
In June, on the Sydney train? '
His mind went back to the smiling girl
With the drawn out Texas drawl,
Who'd chatted, stolen his heart away
With her laughed, ‘Be seein' Y'all! '

They'd kept in touch on the Internet
And she said she was coming back,
Preparing to give their love a fling
On some great Australian track.
But then the world had shuddered with
That first American bomb,
So now, as frequencies swirled, he said,
‘Where are you calling from? '

He thought that she said from ‘Boston', though
A crackle had interfered,
Maybe the word was ‘Austin' back
In Texas, that he'd heard,
But then her voice was carried away
In a trans-pacific hum,
And the last few words he heard, she said
‘I really love you, hun! '

Part of the Moon has crashed to earth
In the Gulf of Mexico,
With Texas drowned in a sea of mud
And the earth's rotation slowed,
But Paul Maresh in the Aussie Bush
Is clamped to the UHF,
Looking for Joyce and Linda if
It takes him his final breath.

1 December 2014