Victory at Christmas - (December 2012 Collage Poem)
Shimmering words slide across sea-shells;
Franglais babies reach out to the world -
Poetry translates from pole to pole,
Beautiful in any language.
Nigel’s naked naughtiness
And still we ask “Why?”
Down the generations, -
Fatherless shaped spaces.
Today has been a really good day
Crushed into a cattle-truck;
While ghosts await visitors,
Evil masters come out at night to play.