The Stove

              (To the men who brought us the Global Financial Crisis)

‘Will you take a look at the stove?’

She said with resolution

Meaning as soon as possible,

Like now for instance.

It only took a few screws to reveal

Its inner workings.

Stuffed I thought shaking my head

In disbelief.

Little gremlins, cockroaches actually,

Had taken up residence

Greedily they had gorged themselves,

Then carbonized.

Accustomed to warm cozy corners

Complacency reduced to ashes.

Generations of evolution incinerated

Clearly we must be more inventive.

Fresh parts required, a new beginning.

Meanwhile how shall we do the cocking?

Ken Setter

Sydney

2009 ©