Newly undressed emperors in demented daze
Do crows call somewhat beseeching at sparrows fart?
With light spilling in through 5th floored doorways, and trucks doing watt only they know… powerless.
And, in the meanthyme, cat’s water trickles electronically induced in the bowl atop the bench from which she never drinks.
Another futile purchase,
and you wonder what has woken you?
Not the cat seeking showery libation, not the poor mordant crow,
and not the woman beside one, softly sawing log…
Not the truck backing slow,
not the glow of light past heavy curtain,
not gentle waves on shored up that’s 70 or so metres away
– a seaview cloaster than we’ve ever had – not…
some welling of Weltschmerz, and is my German correct?
And who gives a feck anyway?
Do we even one-der anymore in our poor
demented modern reification of self
about universal mizz-er-ee?
Droning Ukraine Gaza skies,
Sleeping rough with governments’ blessings in underground railway bunkers,
Rattled bones of too thin children,
Emperors wearing nothing and looking at maps of Greenland,
or talking ‘bout Maduro,
Nobel Peace prized, Boreds of Piece
Sinister twins come from Isis – who no-one wants to marry & shooting people on sands meant for play and then the noise, not of wailing, but complaining for polities they do not NO, for positions only of dissent & never of unity… Anti-somethingism. The noise…
The noise will never be ululating, too Eastern,
but it will be WHITE.
Eternal dots on screens that spill from the biggest bang of all thyme.
Noise Emitted willy nilly like methane, dioxide, volcanic fumes
that fog not only atmospheres but people’s myndes
& how are our stocks, bonds, accounts, rents doing?
Continue our worship at Mammon’s idol’s feet.
Will anything ever grow again?
Inkstained fingers 