We Are Making Plans

We are making plans.

Despite the uncertainty,

the rhubarbing hubbub

emanating from the eminent

of both houses is no more

than background noise

on the idiot box.

We are making plans.

Our drama is closer to home,

inside one of us,

an intruder less welcome

than any number of refugees

boat-borne to the shores

of our suddenly septic isle.

We are making plans,

what else can we do?