Said The Watchman Poem by Kevin Patrick

Saw Neptune floating in the love canal
Scum foaming round in bacteria clouds
Dead fish formed a slimy grey crown
Perfect swimming for Toxicologists moral
Said the watchman to the sailor
I believe you need a concrete tailor

Poor Jove fumbled over on his mountain
Garbage piled in on his ivy fountain
Got swallowed in debris plastic meshing
aluminum daisies on his rancid garden
Said the watchman to the surveyor
Better cash in milk and honey to the good slayer

And it's such a perfect day for acid rain
Poor Gaia got it spilled over her brain
She was writhing all over ashen plains
Curb stomped to the ground til she went insane
Said the watchman to the doctor
you better get yourself respirator



Oh dear, here comes another falling apple
Next comes some broken hearted atoms
A red wind blew and earth made spasms
And down came the last tower of Babel
Said the watchman to the lonely Shepard
In the next world we'll give to the lepers