Power cut reveals world to be a cold, dark, silent place

Ithaca, NY - A low moan across the frozen tundra,

The engines of the world all run down,

The clocks all stopped; the telephone cut off.

Only dimness to replace the sharp, bright lights of the day,

Only loneliness to fill the hole left by someone who once cared.

I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;

For nothing now can ever come to any good.

At press time, it’s been two whole minutes now,

Not sure I can make it to three.