I wonder why the thought of the theoretic Dooms Day Clock popped into my head the other day ? Maybe I ought stop watching the news. The idea of time ticking away whilst the clown princes pull the strings of fools making them dance to a stuccato tune and play their evil games with our lives, made me think of Edgar Allan Poe’s The Pit and the Pendulum. The steady swing of that pendulum cutting deeper and deeper into the very fabric of our lives.

The Pit the Pendulum and the Raven.

I want to escape normality as most people like to call it
But normal isn’t normal anymore it’s more like
Edgar Allan Poe’s story of that pit
The pendulum gets closer with each and every swing
I lay and watch it near whilst others just
can’t see the thing

This horror movie will it ever end,
where’s the theatre exit?
The audience just sit and watch quiet and complicit
Is it me, is it me? as the blade gets near the torso
I think of Poe again, “Nevermore, nevermore”
and soon our world will be so.

All words Meadowhead Bard.