Out Of The Black Hole
Clad in satin, pure as cream,
A sound bite on his bum,
The leader rises in a dream
To claim his Kingdom Come.
He speaks through his communicator,
High above the fray:
"I am The Great Annihilator,
From The Milky Way."
The positrons fly thick and fast
Around him on his mountain:
He calls: "I am both first and last
An anti-matter fountain."
So gaze upon this sudden mass,
And wonder at his grace.
Is he composed of heated gas?
You'll have to watch this space.
[April 1997]