Ask Not For Whom the Thunder Rolls

Ask Not For Whom the Thunder Rolls
The horror crawls in toddlers’ scrawls
And oozes through the pores of lovers;
The dark rot bleeds into desperate needs
That Alzheimer’s undiscovers.
Roll, thunder, roll, boom like the heartstrings failing,
And mumble, mortals, mumble, quailing, quailing, quailing.
25 December 2011
Reply to and parody of the start of Tennyson’s poem “The Splendor Falls”.