Something to Lose
March 06, 2018
If you would use their services, have something of proof to lose,
A star, a heap of money or a roarer reputation
That’s the proper stuff, the collateral guff the sky-high flier guys
Will prize, and let you open
Astute transactions, on account - and just regaling say
‘Welcome, come in, and how are you?; salute, toyou good day,
How might we help
Ourselves increase our wealths’, and you, goon-like, condoning
Will gliby say in door-to-door shoe-salesman way: ‘I’m honing
A knockout deal down South that yields’ - intoning
A little lickerishly, jaw dropped and chortle-spoken -
‘A scoop that loots the world; all flags unfurls; a jamboree
Of yields bringing to heel affected reservation;
Come buy, come buy’
Your song sung operatic, large, asseverative
Showers confidence, sheer insolence of pertinacity;
No fear nor variance well-assures pre-calculation
Nor no regard to risk
Brave in your aims to frisk your whilom merry captors
These raptors whose blue short fuse you so choose to fire
With greenback touch paper; close hardnose lissome dudes
Line baiting
Clandestine all the while cast out a fiscal reel for you
Angling their Nile, they strew, you crocodile, dreams providential;
Shall haul you in, hang high and dry, comestitcise your entrails
Your depredated corse
Delicatess your body-parts, stew plates of deviled kidneys
Fine ground in great varieties to go through peppermills
You pauper of diverse tears; their bonbons pastrified, and wine of course
With crupper-luscious sauces,
Nor consternations nor civility avail, relieve, apprise you,
Bigger the game, the hunter-gatherer all the better so
Sluises the juices, camoflages your awaiting trap-snap
You’ve bought into
‘Connival of the basest’ feeds this ‘victual refection’
Darlings, they would be Darwins, loving tooth and claw
Squat Alexanders (a little piqued before their captive pirate);
But yet, too big for judgement
Calloused Raskolnikovs’ with brows of armoured consequence
Hardened steel ten inch thick in concrete soundly sunk
Broken by no assault, expedience, but betimes the bitter bullet
Of Jesus’ wounds
‘Zounds!’ Was that exclamation oldentimes; a gasp
Of rocked astonishment fret-worked to jerk animadversion
Make sober who was drunk on limber Champaigne pleasures
And bandied egos
Only the Lord, The Holy One might supervene in-coming
Enter their brasen hearts, declare them flimsy gimcrack louns
Sear loot-assaulted souls and bear them arching crucified
Healthwise or hellwardbound
Their haunts, procilvities, present to them as local gyves
Whom as like Mephistopheles maintain hell as their muse;
Contained, sustain perdition’s flamed exquisite livid frictions
At work within, djinns, stirrups, to their jaundice
So reared up regnant worthless pathologic actors
Bestially barren creatures, would be world commanders
Whose make-and-shape excuses execrate them grace-confounded;
We are feres, their drays
Hauling toils beneath like cattle, moved as master-gamers’ pieces,
Played something ruthless, the serpent’s nether-darkness game
Caught in a loam of status quo of downwards influence
Entailed to disinherit
Only the Lord, again, is able, willing, that by him
Our lives may be released, increased abundantly
We blasted mites might light up, raised do reverence:
A contemplation:
Reflect, affect, to resurrect, a better covenant
Pass-by what serves ambition; urges surgent saliencies
Arouses groundlings pounding round in loveless vagrancy
Their master Prowess
And all the surly babble of the computational squall
Levering tricks as spanners, twisting knives at throats
Whose parched (and severed) lips (from truth and goodness);
Mark our ugly selves
Sordid in mirrors, stare you, view your aspect, no-one looking
‘What did I do to day I would not have had so
Carried on with me to the grave or church or both this day?’
Amazed reflection!
Make so to take as lasting of the day extinguishing
Save it, not for yourselves, to service to The Saviour
Hearts eagermost and lowly you are salt, mathetae
Be free, be thankful; thankfully be free.