Kitchener fingered it then instructed his queen’s crown to be engraved/ By his weak hand he couldn’t beat out a sound/ Khartoum was taken …/
An island’s evidence [pitted – rimrose]
lies strewed between deserts & roads –
as if scattered wide by petulant thugs/
They infer hellacious avians feeding on
everything – held in scythe-sized talons
…/
Richard in his beige rollneck
tossing off impersonations –
playing at thy compleat fool
for Mr Parkinson’s audience
of pre-pub gathered workers …/
Dear God, please
send me to hell
will be received
& then hung up
equal to Sylvia’s
phantom cattle
…/
College Green hadn’t seen
such a circus in such a while –
a scattering of disaster tents …/
Normal service
has been resumed
today the Beeb
does ‘other news’..