INVESTMENT
on a farm somewhere
in Africa
everywhere
in the world
lost everything
except, maybe,
my British accent
all those flat Northern vowels
as if opening them out
would be
like opening a door
to huge pretension
and the dream too
that is getting packed away
my intellectual heritage
getting sold for
what bit I can get
at the flea market
the book that told us
to be fruitful and multiply
did not have
the nous, the where-
withal to think
billion dollar takeovers
trillion dollar debt
mortgaging all the taxes
ever paid
to offset the god-blessed
stupidity of
disastrous investment