December 06, 2020
Linger along the corridors of centuries
Who are the modulators, sinew of the holding ballast?
Who comes to mind, inherits you a welcome favoured fellow
Mulcibers of the calibre of Beckham, Lady Gaga?
Kryptonites like David Cameron and Ghoully Gove?
Some stage-door kickshaws, Olly Murs, or Morissey?
The markers of olden history of who and where we are
Old hoary Augustine, or else boat Celt Columba,
Maybe you don’t like only men; for you there’s Mary Seacoal,
Upon religion’s mention, enter Savonarola.
More rigidly empirical; pair Samuel Johnson, Goethe,
The pyrotechnic Pantheon of undiminished souls
Here’s unfair competition, you spread margarine on oysters,
We have our own sheet anchors in a funny sort of way
Dara O’Briein, Rob Bryden, Susan Calman; merry treasures
Who show the very body of the time his form and pressure
They mete out as you like it, lavishly, measure for measure
Our bearings-takers of the day, the entertainer pleasers
Few know of, fewer own to, ghosts of high-regard prevailing
Manoeuvring in place the steps of grace by which we walk;
Unaccountably alive invaders steal on stupored hearts
Fastnesses marshal capital for wappenshaws on markets
Sir CEO casts challenges and Vice-President picks-up,
Their armourers fair liveried at-the-ready, stand by honing
This clash of crowns a game of thrones a picture show
Meanderings of listless backstab grand betrayals
It is a main event; contaminate with idle wiles
The shore of the time subsides, atrophic smallness gains
Purchase; its grains abrade wear down, slowly sincere,
And this ‘sincere’ confers, reveals, the sordid tragedy
Scorning - to nothingness - our own, and only ours, purgative shrine
Recourse of humankind, a great estate not built with hands,
In three days raised; Whose psalm can never be destroyed
Planned memory-denial turns ‘ignore’ ‘forgetfulness’
By an elephantine constructive-dismissal
Sophistical omission cuts our nose to spite our face
We tearful crocodiles; to think to gloze is having fun
To be the jamboree embers set free from gorgeous bonfires
As jumping round the flames become our penitential pyre
Nor no nobility now today, no sacrificial stand
Tolerance wraps intolerance, as insolence grows bland
Humble? whatever menu are you reading from, garçon?
Patience? there’s no tomorrow... and, then, a bird in hand...
Love? there’s a smarmy clammy thing that clings-on like blu-tac
Ice-cream and chocolates, soap and flattery to music
Dear is the deed discreet, unheeded, unbegrudged
Clear is the meed conceded cheerful, carelessly
Where is the fear of God’s delight-wound hunted seriously?