from The Life and Songs of the Budgie by Jake Strugnell
God decided he was tired
Of his spinning toys.
They wobbled and grew still.
When the sun was lifted away
Like an orange lifted from a fruit-bowl
And darkness, blacker
Than an oil-slick,
Covered everything forever
And the last ear left on earth
Lay on the beach
Deaf as a shell
And the land froze
And the seas froze
‘Who’s a pretty boy then?’ Budgie cried.