ROWLING SAYS SORRY

JK ROWLING APOLOGISES

EVERY YEAR ON THE SAME DAY

FOR THE PEOPLE SHE HAS KILLED

AND NEVER STOP DYING

I AM THINKING ------ MEGATSUNAMI

WHEN ONE PART OF ONE CANARY ISLE

FALLS INTO THE SEA

A 2 KILOMETRE WATER WALL

REACHES THE SPEED OF SOUND

ON ITS WAY ACROSS THE ATLANTIC

MORE PEOPLE DIE THAN DID

IN THE BATTLE OF HOGWARTS – RIP

---------------------------- MEGATSUNAMI

THE BIGGEST MAGMA CHAMBER

UNDER YELLOWSTONE

BLOWS THE PLATEAU

WHEN THAT GOES --- LIGHTS OUT AMERICA

AND ALWAYS WINTER NEVER SPRING

‘THIS PISSES ALL OVER KRAKATOA’

PEOPLE SAY – THEN STARVE TO DEATH

SUPER VOLCANO-------

                                      MEGATSUNAMI

ALL BECAUSE OF ME

TEMPTING FATE

I WILL MAKE MY APOLOGIES IN DUE COURSE

FOR FLOODING EVERYONE

AND BLOCKING OUT THE SUN

THE FUTURE

YOU ARE A FUCKING MYSTIC
MAKING PREDICTIONS each a peach
ITS A NICE THOUGHT / BUT /
WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE

A SPELL

YOU –

big concrete building 
at risk of keeling over
threat of crippled back

STRETCH OUT AND STAND UP

1970 UNIVERSITY GOLEM

RAISED 76 CULTURAL STUDIES ANNEX FIST

old sleeping library

sick of undergraduates

STANDING SMASH UP

BLOOMSBURY TOWNHOUSES

WRENCH UP FOUNDATIONS

AND BUILDINGS STAMP EARTH

UNTIL RIVERS BREAK

PISSING DOWN THOROUGHFARE

ALL DEAD

GIVE OVER

NEW BRICK MORTAR EPOCH

MY DAUGHTER THE MATHEMATICIAN

MY DAUGHTER IS A BOOK READER

MY DAUGHTER IS BORN WITH EMPTY HANDS

MY DAUGHTER IS A SMALL MERCY

THANK HEAVENS

DOROTHY, IRIS, URSULA – SHE DOES NOT THANK US

LIKE ANY CHILD HER EQUATIONS ARE A HARSH CRITIQUE

BUT WHEN SHE SAILS WITH HER MOTHER

AND THE WIND IS UP

SHE SMELLS IODINE

AND THE TIDE TURNS

SHE LOOKS TO THE HELM

TEN MINUTES BEFORE I DIE

FOR ALL THAT I’M WORTH

MY YOUNGER MY BETTER

LOOKING DOWN AT ME

EARTH IN A BED

HOLDS HER HANDS OUT

NOTHING FOR ME

NO CURE

NO HOPE FOR ME

FINISHED

MY DAUGHTER MAKES ME INTO A SHADOW

MY DAUGHTER TURNS HER HANDS PALM UP

SHE SAYS THAT’S IT YOU’RE IT THAT’S ALL YOU’RE DEAD

SHE LEAVES THE ROOM AND CREASES HER FACE

AND PERHAPS IN THE BACK OF A CAB WITH HER MOTHER

WRITING NOTES ON AN ENVELOPE BESIDE THE HELM

SHE FINDS A NEW WAY OF ADDING UP

WITH A CLOSED BRACKET

SHE UPENDS MATHEMATICS

ABANDONS THE POSESSIVE –

DAUGHTER

HAS MULTIPLIED MY EFFORTS

BY AN ORDER OF MAGNITUDE

THE HELM AND HER SAIL AROUND THE FINAL MARK

LEAVING ME FOR DUST

SMILING CAPSIZED BOBBING DAZED