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Red Angels
Christian Ward
She was the first person on our street
who thought the government
was talking to her through the radio,
so she smashed it and displayed
its remains as a warning to any spies
lurking outside.
Nobody complained.
She was the first person on our street
who stopped taking her medicine,
thinking it made her a government
controlled zombie. So she ground it up
and used it as war paint, smearing
anarchist symbols on her front door.
Nobody complained.
She was the first person on our street
who sued the local newspaper
for printing lies perpetrated by MI5,
the local magistrate smiled sheepishly
and offered her a lollipop. She made
a crow out of the summons and set it alight.
Nobody complained.
She was the first person on our street
to think terrorists were living in her
basement, government hired agents
to spy on her and her three cats.
She set it on fire and watched red angels
take her away.
Somebody had complained.