The ink in all the pens
is drying up. Water scarce.
Fires start themselves.
Electronics disordered,
some TVs blue.
He decides to reveal.
Unfurl. It is striped,
tawny-on-blonde.
Half again as long.
Can’t control the switches,
will of its own. Now
he lies on the rug.
Now it curls around
his whole life.