This Pig Society

all selling, or telling

forgot about the gelling together

of aught that matters


till we tipped past the point

of diminished returns to ruminate

instead on what a rich man earns


and caponised the germ

of all that once promised

in a swinish lust to fill our own pockets


gave a child faced strangler

the keys to the bank

to share the gold among the chinless ranks


and spring loose such plans of destitution

to the east, to the west, to the north

past Luton


where he walks in the same shoes

as  they who condemned

the children of our black lunged, dusted brethren


◄ For Cornelia (after viewing ‘Neither From Nor Towards’ then visiting the Norfolk coast)

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