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

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

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