Here the grass cuttings rise
against the graveyard wall
that sloped mound
which will cover us all..
Here the grass cuttings rise
against the graveyard wall
that sloped mound
which will cover us all..
Just bought
a coffee
off a #Brexit git…
He lay flat on his back,
jacket off, the worn soles
of his buffed brogues
almost rudely exposed..
I wake late, again,
seven-forty AM:
I learn a new word
(of the day):
‘Imprimatur..’
Good grief we’re
in a national state
about #Brexit
& the #NHS..
I sit empty,
drained,
syphoned off,
weighted,
strapped,
I have
had enough.
Cable Street,
October ’36,
dignity remained
for those that stood..
A century of remembrance
but slipped over today
nervous shifts of stick into mud
The Right want a return
to Passchendaele’s blood..