Tag: england

St. George’s Day 2020

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He landed [dondurucu]
under a northern star
on Kent’s stones/ Glib
shingle hindered him –

a slow-toddled walk on
this ever-algae’d land –
[his arrival was met by
many ill-faste lanyards]

He will aim to win grith
by his time-kept faith –
& until then be bedded
‘neath a low flight path

into LHR in a box room
[three-in-a-bed etcetera –
& narrowed bandwidth
of internet connections]

He cannot sleep easily
on his smarting wings
[sprouted after battles
against parochial sins]

& too soon he is re-set
[his crown to his chest]
& beseeches for return
to his disposed mess –

before England called –
Georgius finds warmth
bled under his donated
Red Cross coat – armed

with prayers to one God
& truth to himself [Beni
eve götür] Tran/ Take me
home? Let Georgius loose

to save his own – let this
stolen Saint return to his
land – still unassimilated/
Efface him – not a tattoo

Back Under Lime Tree Ave

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We are among my elderly friends
& not much has changed below –
a ripped fence has been propped
with roughly sawn timbers – mere
matchwood – if such a comparison
is asked for [but none ask – not in
in Uckfield’s online forum voices –
of bores & groans & of loud howls 
about foul dog mess – ’bout Brexit
& [quite feasible] immigrant boats
being hauled onshore & not so far
from Uckfield’s so anxious voices
On my first day back it is raining –
God doing prophesy? Maybe not –
not in Uckfield / Here He sprawls
benignly – a delightful white chap!
Wealden stirs – but then it demurs 
Post-Brexit glee is their new duvet

Those Other English

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There is a malaise among those English
set sore by a too-shared saint and crosses –
spoken of in footballers’ reedy voices
at post-match interviews – post more losses –

Now Being English is not quite enough
for Pimms-pourers and pub-crawling bigots –
Cuckolded Englanders distrust each and all –
those past Offa’s Dyke and Hadrian’s Wall –

those who speak of The European Project –
that obvious brain child of English logic –
Those truest English of English hate again –
they hate all foreigners – that’s how it begins

Quaecunque*

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England now seethes
and demands the return
of old ways
in the face of the subtle
invasion
of the German-led nations

England always needs
a threat to Beachy Head
and rationing
to make sense of
itself –
a small state on a shared island

England forever resents
the hot Scottish breaths
and low Welsh
choirs demanding a quick
divorce
from their malignant union

England still breeds
men and women with inked skin
and piercings –
as if such self-immolation
will win
the heart and minds of others

England reclines
in metaphorical Anderson shelters
and pours tea
whilst tuning in to the BBC
World Service –
Nation shall speak peace unto nation

 

*The 1934 motto of the BBC – ‘whatsoever’