Day had broken.
The last eggs of empire were cooked and the debate was settled:
No one cared anymore what came first only what came last
Served on a plate sunny side up with bacon, toast and a side of hash browns,
OJ & coffee (two sugars)
Lunch was naked as a homoerotic dream
Dinner was to be goose
But we had lost the password to its homing device
And such a brouhaha ensued over caps sensitivity
You could have mistaken the row for an academic debate
But the template for that had been lost, too.
So now we were in the dark and once well-fed.
But as the sun had ascended and then dropped suddenly
(as if of its own accord)
We knew morning would bring
Pain in our bellies
And this pain would be different from that pain
But then again pain is pain all the same.
I just wish we had found that goose.