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.