thought I’d cry for you forever

I just finished Neil Gaiman’s The Graveyard Book. It was charming and scary in ways that I tend to think that children’s books can’t be. I can’t even estimate what age a kid should be to read it, but I know that a 28 year old girl thought it was simply the bee’s knee’s.

Then I found this:

The Day The Saucers Came-Neil Gaiman

That day, the saucers landed. Hundreds of them, golden,
Silent, coming down from the sky like great snowflakes,
And the people of Earth stood and
stared as they descended,
Waiting, dry-mouthed, to find out what waited inside for us
And none of us knowing if we would be here tomorrow
But you didn’t notice it because

That day, the day the saucers came, by some coincidence,
Was the day that the graves gave up their dead
And the zombies pushed up through the soft earth
or erupted, shambling and dull-eyed, unstoppable,
Cam towards us, the living, and we screamed and ran,
But you did not notice this because

On the saucer day, which was the zombie day, it was
Ragnarok also, and the television screens showed us
A ship built of dead-men’s nails, a serpent, a wolf,
All bigger than the mid could hold,
and the cameraman could
Not get far enough away, and then the gods came out
But you did not see them because

On the saucer-zombie-battling-gods
day the floodgates broke
And each of us was engulfed by genies and sprites
Offering us wishes and wonders and eternities
And charm and cleverness and true
brave hearts and pots of gold
While giants feefofummed across
the land, and killer bees,
But you had no idea of any of this because

That day, the saucer day the zombie day
The Ragnarok and fairies day, the
day the great winds came
And snows, and the cities turned to crystal, the day
All plants died, plastics dissolved, the day the
Computers turned, the screens telling
us we would obey, the day
Angels, drunk and muddled, stumbled from the bars,
And the bells of London were sounded, the day
Animals spoke to us in Assyrian, the Yeti day,
The fluttering capes and arrival of
the Time Machine day,
You didn’t notice any of this because
you were sitting in your room, not doing anything
not even reading, not really, just
looking at your cell-phone,
wondering if I was going to text back.

Neil Gaiman wrote that too.  And it, as far as I’m concerned, is a children’s poem up until the last two lines – at which point it becomes an emmapoem. He is a cool dude.

I’m so wiped. Today has been a no-good-terrible-horrible-very-bad-day. Nothing particularly noteworthy, just a lot of serious sad stuff. Thank heavens for those fabulous, creative individuals who make it their life’s work make books/poems/television shows/art that distract the rest of us when we need distracting.

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