College Green
College Green hadn’t seen
such a circus in such a while –
a scattering of disaster tents –
Those stop-gap structures for
turned-collar journalists
talking to random others –
Those stiff-posed parades
of MPs – grinning between ears
like scavenge-fat hyenas –
Those unyielding politicos
in love with themselves
under the gathering clouds –
Those anchormen and weather girls
passing snide remarks
on muted mics back in the studio –
and voters draped in stars and jacks
shouting at the grey-suited fools
pleading for a voice to end it all