This winter

This winter will not be good/
My ‘chute is ripped & jumps
are stopped – no returning to
Israel & beautiful things/ It is

to be crueller & we will cover
our mouths & not smile for a
season until goodwill returns
after your false god’s holiday

of greed has passed/ Switch
that radio off [freeze streams
& echoed complaints from a
phone-in & jabbed solutions]

We will feel America burn in
November – lies & bonfires/
False leaders will lock us up
again – internet men’ll profit

as their silos fatten with their
data harvests/ Our land is up
for sale – soya-fed turkeys at
Christmas – we are forsaken/