A Flat Earth (Poem)

A Flat Earth

At the end of things, is a barrier
Of ice
And things
That move quietly in the darkness of the night
Gently onwards until they fall, off the edge

De-cis-ive-ness makes all things capable of
De-ci-ding

I’ll tell you this. You may be English, Scots, Irish or even Welsh
But you’ll still fall off
The Edge.

You are deluded if you think that it’s a globe we all live on.
How can it be so? We would all slide round and fall off underneath
To who knows where?

For goodness sake, what’s down there? Hades?
……Who knows.

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