The Operation

There was a storm
The night before

The operation,

There were power cuts,
A handful of people
Shouting in the street,

Overflowing gutters,
Car alarms blaring
And the hustle of panic.

Nobody slept,
Even the dead
Were rustling,

Bustling and fidgeting,
Itching all restless,

There were children
In sodden vests,

Old shopping bags
Dancing with chaos,

‘Save us!’
No one shouted,

But everyone thought it,

And the next day
All was fine.

Except everyone smiled
About 20% more
Than usual,

And the streets
Looked a lot cleaner.

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