After the Division Bell

After the Division Bell

She’s chewing gum

with a face as furious 

as a ripened mango.

The collective mood

of the room is that 

of broken pens.

This is a punch 

to daze the head.

A fag end 

of a day,

and a man in 

a witch hat.

She wished for home.

Home to the rain on 

the attic window.

Not here with this

flatulent grey cloud

of sickened indifference.